I wish I had the inspiration to write a song about my life to sing the things I like to tell you to write them down and shout them out but I don't know why I'd tell you all the things I keep inside it just weakens my emotions and it takes away my pride In my pocket there's no money just like the feelings I don't have I miss the love I don't want near me instead of that I'll just pretend but I do care for my surroundings don't get me wrong I'm not like that (it's)just(that)in my heart I feel so empty that I don't know where I'm at Do you get my point of view do you see what I'm telling is it new or did you know all along and do you think that it's not worth it or are you sure that it is real it don't matter,'cause I don't know myself I try so hard to get to know me but I just can't figure out Why on earth nobody shows me a place to go when I get dowand don't you see that I'm hurting that I have a troubled mind if you don't listen then I hate you and I hate you when you're kind