every day it's worst and worst
the worst part is the worst is real
it's not just how i feel
it keeps on getting worst
no matter what i do
why can't i just be like the rest of you
everyday is another pain or another shame
everyday is just the same
it's worst for me
and not for you
so why should i get up to breathe
when all i want to do is leave
this world is cold
and i feel so old
and i wonder
i wonder would it be?
could it be?
that the world isn't worst for me
that I'm the worst
maybe cursed
and possibly without me
the world would be
perfectly