I'm in a new place, a new way of life,
I'm just trying to avoid that knife.

I want to be loved and everyone to like me,
but im afraid ill be just another fee.

I cant help the way I feel.
All I can do is just be real.

My head is pounding and so is my heart.
I am just waiting for everything to start

My thoughts are running through my head.
I wish I could just stay in my bed.

I feel lonely and rejected.
What's happening, am I infected?

Holding my tongue, trying not to speak,
By doing so, I am not being me

I am constantly stressed, so much to do.
Sometimes it feels like im in a zoo.

I feel helpless, not in control.
Maybe life is finally taking its tole.

Yelling and screaming hurts my ears.
It's bringing back memories and all of my fears.

Our main problem is our lack of money.
Having trouble feeding your own kids isn't the least bit funny.

I keep thinking everything will be alright,
that things will end well and without a fight.

I lie here in bed, wondering so many things.
This violin called life has a broken string.

"If only time flew like a dove,"
I say this as i pray and look to the sky above.