I told all my friends that I was gonna end my own life.
They said I was crazy, and swore I would not even try.
And one more day goes by,
and I’m still here tonight. 
And I’m so ashamed of the world now.
Everyone seems so strong and proud.
But who is to blame?
I’m not too sure I’m not the same.
Maybe I’m worse.
A preacher once told me God lives on the side of the road.
But all that I see is a man who is homeless and broke.
And one more year goes by, and he’s still cold and tired.
And I’m so ashamed of the world now.
That everyone seems so strong and proud.
But who is to blame?
I’m not too sure I’m not the same.
Maybe I’m worse.
I know I’m worse.