Bored =)

Why oh why cant i be all so perfect?
Why oh why do i have to have some wrong in me?
why oh why do i have to treat people so good, when i get nth in return?
I keep asking my self why oh why
Trash trash trash
Being used when people need me, as a substitute
"can u come with me bla bla bla bla bla, i got no body to go with"
i do as people want, hoping that they will at least give some back
why oh why do i have to be a naive
why oh why dont i open my eyes
why oh why do i try so hard
the pain is undescrible, it like a thousand needles poking the heart
i like the old days, the old days were fun
it was just me and the blank space
my mind and heart becoming one
dammm, what would i give to get back those old days =)
dammm, if only =)