You cannot know how much I hurt inside.
You will never understand. Why would you?
Every pointless tear that I have cried
counts for nothing - and, yes, my point of view
is irrelevant to you. I know that.
Life's lonely for the one who gives a damn,
and disappointment's still where I am at.
Always another door for them to slam
in my face. Well, next time I will think twice.
Nobody else will ever make me care.
Nobody else will make me pay the price,
and I have very little left to share.
I gave everything. I am depleted -
feeling suicidal and defeated.