i am not happy

i am not happy

with this life of mine.

it's turned out so crappy

and the world has not been kind.

this life of mine

is going down hill

because the world is so unkind

and it's waiting to make it's kill.

always going down hill

i would just climb out

but it's about to kill

so i stand here and shout,

"if i could climb out

i could fly far away

i wouldn't have to shout,

i wouldn't have to stay"

but i can't fly away

(i'm tied to the ground)

so i have to stay

i have to go down

i'm lying on the ground

they'll beat me until i'm dead

because i went down,

“this is not my life," i said

"beat me until i'm dead,

i don't care anymore!

this was not supposed to happen" i said

"i am not your whore"

nobody cares anymore

about my pathetic life

they all think i'm a dirty whore

“she'll never be anybody's wife”

i'm through with you

and all you've done to me.

i don't want to be your fucking wife!

why can't you see?

Everything you've done to me

will come back to You.

and yes, I can see

that you are a whore too!

it will come back to you

and you will be beat.

all the other whores too,

and i will eat your juicy meat.

but after you're beat

i will still be sad.

i'll throw up your meat,

damn it, you've made me mad.

i will always be sad-

my life is so crappy.

do i have a right to be mad

because i am so unhappy?