Sorrow, death, disfortune, drugs, misery and lives forfeit.
Sometimes it feels that's all there is.
I know I'm wrong.
Happiness is here.
Cessi I love you.
You help me more than I can ever tell.
But how to make myself believe, what I know to be true?
How to make myself believe in the happiness I feel.
The world is hell, it's ominous and dark.
War, and drugs, booze and broken friends.
Some live and die in junkie hell.
Some gets butchered by the forces of good.
How can I believe this life's worth living?
Even though I know it is, it feels another way.
Is happiness a temporary illusion
to keep us from complete despair?
Or is despair the working of my mind gone bad
and happines what's really there
if only I can find it?
I want my friends to live.
To truly live instead of slowly dying.
No drugs that drags them down below
and drowns them in the seas of hell.
Please God, come help the ones in need.
Come help all those who's lost their lives
before they had a chance to live.
This world's no place for those that lives.
It's no place for the living dead.
It no place for us at all.
We should not have to be here.
But still I'm trying to be good.
To live my life for myself and others.
To feel the strength of love and friends.
To not give up and never fall
into complete despair myself.
I'm not sure I can keep on living
but I'm sure I won't give up.
Every little piece of good
is needed in the hellish place
we call reality.
Please God, or anyone at all.
If you can make things right
pleas help us do our tiny parts
in putting off the fall.