• Many people die with greed
    Taking back what was given to me
    Leaving my heart full of hurt
    I can't even eat my desert

    Everybody comes and goes
    Killing me softly like a rose
    Some days someone dies with need
    Leaving all these things to me

    I grab that knife and cut my skin
    Killing the pain I hold within
    Run away with all my tears
    Soon I will be out of here

    Sometimes we don't feel we're needed
    Based on how rudely we are treated
    Curse the fate that was given to us
    If you must escape on a bus

    Here is what I plan to do
    I plan to escape with this verse
    Of the cruel universe...... ninja