I guess I am feeling miserable, and suffering bound.. I am standing here, but no, no I won't break down.. It's so pathetic, my life is stained in muddy brown.. It feels so quiet in here, ain't no voices no sound.. I will try looking for joy, in the lost and found.. Perhaps, it ain't no use when pain is all around.. Or maybe, I don't deserve love, cause I'm a freak.. Ain't no use in praying, if tomorrow will be bleak.. I am fine, I am sure of that cause I am not sick.. I have no choices, anyway, I have to take a pick.. My heart's wounded, incurable, its deeply pricked.. My mind's demented, like a brainless action flick.. I guess I'll try, perhaps I can find a true friend.. I guess I refuse to think, life is eternally damned.. Or maybe I can't face the fact I'm a broken man.. Or maybe my luck slip away like a castle of sand.. Perhaps this is it; I am done for and totally bent.. Perhaps this is it; I am done for, this is the end.. I guess I have to admit, no happiness is around.. I guess I can stop looking in the lost and found.. I guess its only silence; ain't no voices nor sound.. I guess it is for sure, my life's as shitty as brown.. I guess I am sorry, I am definitely breaking down; I am suffering in my misery, and I'm suicide bound..