sometimes i feel like i'm living in hell,
the house i call my home sometimes feel like a cell,
why don't no one speak they only yell,
if i was a angel i have already fell,
i speak the truth and try not to lie,
but in the end I ask myself why,
why do i try?
when people only lie,
why do i always cry?
and then end up asking myself why?
why,why,why....
why this and why that,
why??????