I know what it's like
To be lost in a cold world
Where no one understands
Where no one gives a damn.

They turn their backs
Pretend they don't see
Then they smile and try to help
Send you back through misery.

It's the torture of life
That makes you wish you were dead
Or it really makes you wish
You were someone else instead.

They are blinded by mistakes
Perhaps they honestly don't see
The tarnished souls they slap
The tears in her eyes break free.

Abuse is hard to prove
Because it is often pretended
By those who cause the abuse
Who need to be apprehended

For their mistakes and hate...