I sat here, about to do what I normally do
Right about my life
My ever so changing, sad excuse for a life
But... It\'s a life, easy or through strife
So I let someone open my eyes
So I could see the world
Just a little better
It was what it was
Most people find joy
In things that won\'t matter tomorrow
But they\'ll do what it takes
To see them and others happy
Such a fragile thing....
Laughter, happiness
Joy, kindness
So easily earned
But my room still looks like a prison
And my bed looks like stone
This paper looks like paper
And my family still doesn\'t care
So don\'t change me
Make me understand
Not mold me to Society\'s needs
I\'m not a photocopy
I\'m me
I\'m better than that
I make my own happiness
Through myself
Trust broken and broken
So I\'ll just close my eyes again
And sit on my bed of stone
I guess I did do what I was going to do anyway
Express me
Not look for pity, I\'m stronger than that, but
Write what I feel, everything comes from the same place... The main core of emotions