The pain is real - that no one can deny, have you walked in my shoes do you really want to try? It hurts, I bleed, I feel it never to me makes sense, when my words swell to hatred they are words I do not mince. Why was this life given to me in such a mess? If I had it to do over - I'd change it I must confess... The loneliness, the despair the pit of the unknown, it's a lonely fucking feeling that I still have not outgrown. In my heart it's dark and cold as night, for I was deserted by their suicide left alone to carry on my own fight.