7 May 2012
I've often thought of what I'd give To change the way I feel They say they'd give an arm or leg But clichés just aren't real.
Self pity is an easy route And one I like to take To change the way I feel; would stop My life from being fake.
I'd give my money, give my youth To start my life anew I'd rip my DNA apart To become like you.
When I say 'you', I mean the person I want to become Yet that won't happen, ever, so I'll live my days out: numb.
Self Pity • Opuss № I