I can\'t seem to do good with my life,
or to be who I\'m supposed to be.
I try something new to be cut down with a knife,
nothing I do is good enough for you it seems.
I tried to make something happen that\'s good,
but I\'m cursed and it will never end.
I\'m drowning in sorrow I guess I should,
because to you you think I don\'t bend.
This grief should soon end as I try my best,
to keep my family happy and fed.
In your eyes I don\'t try like all the rest,
like I would rather lie in my bed.
Maybe someday you will see my real side,
the side I cannot ever mend back to \"sane\".
I am who I am and I stated it, not hide,
the problems in which I try so hard to tame.