head-spins

sometimes I feel like death is

The only way out,

Cause you know what I can't

Figure out what lifes supposed to

Be about,

I can't help but think, "what will become of me",

Is there anything I can really

Be?

I feel like a black hole with

No end,

Even when I'm around my

Friends-even then it's hard to

Pretend,

when I feel like letting go,

That when the tears begin to

Flow,

I see no point in living in

A place where I don't want to be.

GOD, I JUST WANT TO BE FREE

But you see I just don't know

how to let go,

And if I don't soon it will tore

Me apart, that I know,

So tell me what am I supposed

To do,

When all I can think about is

How much I love you.