why do i live in this world, to get lecture at and look down apon. through the looks and blood thats on my face but can't see cause its only a doll face only covering my sadness and dissatisfied. knowing that my life is disposable and deserted seeing the fake love and care i get through the years. The rope hangs in my room it is my friend and will help me reach the end. fashing back towards time seeing the true friendship I have with them stop my tracks. Why do I live in this world...is to help other and show them the way.