• I sit here with out a sound
    I wonder what life is about, before the misery and the hate filled my life
    Now it's something different, full of emotions that are unexplainable
    My life has changed and rearranged
    I have gotten used to being hurt
    I wonder if there's more to life then what I see
    I think of all the people that have hurt me
    I sometimes cry when I think of these things
    the things that I have brought upon myself.
    I sit here with out a sound
    As I think of all the pain I have caused
    I sit here and do not speak in fear of hurting another
    I think of all the pain I have caused and start to wonder
    if there was a point to it all
    Is there a point that I am actually alive today
    I was never suppose to be born
    my sister's twin was suppose to live
    I was never suppose to be made
    I wonder is there's a purpose in my life
    Was I just made to hurt others and not care?
    It seems after me everyone falls for the one they are suppose to be with
    So I will never find the perfect one
    unless I'm with them now
    I hope my life goes somewhere in this crummy world
    I hope my love for that special one I am with never ends