im a pessomistic pawn, in this game of life
thrown into the deep-end, in darkness, no lights.
wrecklessy playing me anywhere, not a thought about what I want
it wont get any better, life wil always taunt.
giving me what I want, when I least expect it
too hard to believe, so I reject it.
life gets it way in the end, its inevitable
I hate it, no-one can win when they play this game,
there is only one outcome, pain.
pain comes in two forms with me, anger or tears
to afraid to face my fears,
so I punch and I scream but still you stand there
the only one who listens, the only one who care’s.
you’re my genuine angel, but I don’t think I can change
its too good to be true, my feelings won’t exchange
they won’t turn into happyness, or optimism
the glass will always be half empty, you’re my main emblem
what if everything is ok? and have no doubt
my heart couldn’t take it, if something didn’t turn out.
these walls will remain high, and incredibly tall
I hope that you will stick around, watching them as they fall.
then, only then, will I be happy
mature abit, then be gratefull, coz what I hope to have,
is too precious to let go,
I think im greedy, because I won’t let you go
even when im feeling like this, when they build up and grow
one day I will be optimistic
and the glass will be half full
and I hope that day comes soon