Complain

What would you do if you hated yourself?

If every time you looked in the mirror you spit vommit?

What would you do if you were your own worst enemy?

If with every passing minute you became less and less in your own mind?

What would you do what would you be what would you say?

All I can do is sit and spit of the war in my mind

Complaining gets me no where yet I have to let it out somehow

Try to kill me try to end me try to put a stop to it all

There is no rest for this disease it has taken over me

So after all the lies and after all the pain here I am

Taken away but brought back better to face the same defeat

I will complain until the end of days have come to take me away

What would you do if you walked a day in my shoes?

If you knew that everything was going to waste away?

What would you do if you knew you had already past away?

If everything you used to love stabbed you in the back?

Would you complain or what you let it be?

Answer me in my mind answer me answer me answer me!