Hopeless

All I can do is sit here alone
And try to hide my pain.
And although I seem happy
The tears pour down like the rain.
All I have left is a messed up life
And a corrupted vision of love.
And the angels look down on me;
But they have no pity from above.
All I can say is I wish I were dead
And buried six feet under
And all I wish for
Is that the rain doesn't turn into thunder.
All I can do when the storm rolls through
Is kneel to the ground and pray,
And all I can ask for
Is that God takes my pain away.
All I want is a friend that I can trust,
And all that I find is the cruelty of this place.
And all I can see is the soiled hearts of my foes.
Boy what a mess! Am I ever a disgrace.