2:00am I'm alone outside in the middle or the street,

I'm in a ball holding onto my feet.

I feel so alone I don't know if I should bother,

I try to move on but I really hate my father.

Because of you I'll never be the same,

hoping one day someone will come along and I'll be tamed. 

I have tons of friends, they love me lots,

thanks to depression I always feel alone in a box.

I hate how life never goes right, 

but they keep telling me I'm fine, I just need to fight. 

I take a deep breathe and swallow,

hoping one day I won't always feel this hallow.

You see I come from a slum, no one likes me here, 

but that's not suppose to bother,

I'm supposed to just cheer up and have a beer...

It feels no matter how hard I try,

I'm always going to end up right here and cry.