Bitter and cold,
Hollow and all alone.
The place I call home is now a hell hole.
My friends try to keep help me by keeping me out.
Late into the night they start to doubt if I'll even make
it.
My smile and happiness is just a bitter disguise.
It helps keep away all the cries,
Saying,
Begging,
Please don't go.
I just can't stay in this house, in this town,
It's just a hell hole.
The final good-byes shall deem who I'll miss.
The I'll make that final incision on my wrist.
Never again I'll have to be in this hell hole house,
This hell hole town.