2 Part 2

When it comes to friends I'm left on my own

Where were you all at when lost my home

I don't think you understand where I've come from

Yes you may hate me and try to pick a fight

But the fact is I don't need you around here

I've got enough on my plate

Like my blood and my tears

I challenged myself many years ago that I wouldn't give up, give in but still

This thing called life came to me like a storm

The problem is the clouds still seem to be formed

I can't see the sun for these black clouds ahead

It seems that when it rains the drops are all red

Feels like all this guilt inside of me wants me dead

But I refuse to let go until the end

See you may think I talk a lot

But the fact is I'm knowledged and like to share what I've got

Most people think I'm harsh and I'm rude

But when telling the truth what else do you want me to do

I try to be true in my words and my thoughts

But most people hate the truth that I've got

To tell them when they need to hear it

I don't appreciate the word's that I get.

But all I do is sit back and take it all in

It's not as easy but when

You look at the person I strive to be

People will never understand me.