Sitting Here
Author: Bizza


I was sitting here listening to our song,One call away.
I sat here thinking I have no words to say.

It brings tears to my eyes now I dont know why.
As I sit here repeating our song I begin to cry.

And realize I dont know how to stop.
My heart just fell it began to drop.

I dont know what is going on or why you are mad at me,
But why wont you tell me so I can see.

I dislike myself I dislike my life, I i dislike my body,
Damn I just dislike me.

I feel so sick, sick of life, sick of all this pain,
As i sit here it begins to rain.

Rain from all the tears that keep falling,
Maybe it's my name God is calling.

I am sick of crying sick of hating myself,
sick of wanting something that will never be,
Sick of loving but not loving me.

I just cant stand myself I am about to lose my mind,
I just wish I wish I could die.

Not long ago my life seemed worth while,
Now it's hard to bare a smile

I smile yes but behind the smile is someone who gave up
not just on her but on love.

Love is to hard to try to place,
And another day I am alone to face.

This sick cruel world that we call home,
We are just stuck in this stupid dome.

Waiting to face sorrow and D.E.A.T.H. ,
I just hope this is my last breath.



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