When I dance alone
and the sun's bleeding down
Blame it on me
I sold
my soul
to a
three-piece
And he told me I was holy
He's
got
me down
on both
knees
But it's the devil that's tryna
Hold
me down,
hold
me down
Sneaking out the back door,
Make
no sound
Knock me out, knock me out
Saying
that
I want
more,
this
is what
I live
for
Hold me down, hold me down
Throw
me in
the
deep
end,
watch
me drown
Knock me out, knock me out
Saying
that
I want
more,
this
is what
I live
for
My life has pretty much been a cluster of "bad times." My sister
would always say "what do YOU have to be depressed about?" and
things related to that. Tonight, I logged into her facebook account
and read her messages. ("wrong"? maybe, but I was looking for
something specific- I wanted to read messages about my car.) The
messages about me were so cruel. It wasn't even the first time it
happened, but this time was so much meaner. Her and her boyfriend
both saying horrible things about me. Called me crazy, stupid,
greedy, fat & lazy, and said it is an insult to be compared to me.
Every message was cruelly written. THAT is what I have to be
depressed about.
