Why does everything I do or say hurt the people around me, or push them away I try to convey the the iner workings of my self destructive thoughts But it comes out in slander, dumped on the conveyer Hurting those I cry out to Why God did you burden me with this heavy turmoil Don't you see, my soul is to weak Weeks, months and years I have been slave To nothing I go, with nothing left I am not worthy to praise Your name And yet here I am this existing flesh So worthless as you have turned your eyes from me To nothing do I have worth, to nothing I shal become
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