"I spend so many nights wondering when will it end?
When will the day come, when happiness begins?
I'm running the race, but it seems so hard to win.
I'm sick of mourning, my stomach throwing up in the morning.
I'm calling for help and watching it melt away.
My heart has been put on display, and put away,
And many ways, many times I told myself it was okay.
And anger was the price that was paid!"



magsjuk.
suck.