But don't you ever get the feeling,
that someone hated your guts?
Ever feel like you're unloved,
and you're making a huge fuss?
My intentions are simple,
Life isn't what it use to be
It's certianly not a dream,
nor a faint fantasy.
It's a pain in the guts,
this emotion called love,
it's killing me inside,
like getting electrified from above.
The rage keeps burning,
behind my mask,
it's like doing a dangerous experiment,
using a broken flask.
Why am I so stupid?
I keep asking in my head,
Why did I fall for it?
Maybe because I was dead?
That emotion,
had murdered me inside,
it took over my friends,
with only one look into their eye.
What should I do?
I know you were in this before,
Should I give up,
and walk through the door?