April is not strong,
she just fakes it.
Can't you see the difference,
between strong and a bitch.
My past pulls me down,
instead of me gettin over it.
I learned long ago,
I'm not worth shit.
I write,
but I'm not that good.
But I keep doin it,
cause I feel I should.
I stay
drinking away
each day.
To the lord I pray.
Can you save me?
Save me from myself,
Cause I'm a killer.
The evil in my heart,
I shot the girl in the mirror.
No remorse,
she was too weak to fight back.
She can't get over herself,
but she can get slapped.
The words she speaks,
like a river they flow.
But she'll never be,
a certifed pro.
She'll live a long life,
but have nopthing to show.
So used to being homeless,
with nowhere to go.
Hated by many,
they pray for her death.
hoping she'll curse them,
with her last breath.
She is different,
never like the rest.
She may not be strong,
but in her catagory shes the best.
Her catagory is April,
shes the only one inside.
Fighting for death,
but still she survives.....