Myself

As I look down from the top of the roof I'm left with thought of myself and life "I'm should be happy now? Am I? Myself is a person who living in limbo Waiting for anyone to come to see me Day to years my friends are all sad and Dead inside like me it seems to be I was supposed to keep them happy I need they to be happy so I can feel I, Useful? Helpful? I don't know anymore How could someone like you want to Leave the world behind, I'm a hypocrite Aren't i? It's very selfish for the selfless person. The selfless person I'm, right? As I look at the ground from the sky I have to up top of all to feel fine, but I'll Hit rock bottom toward the end Hopefully someone will come to stop Me and make me feel better soon But I will not go make myself a tomb Because my friend will cry, cry and cry For me the worthless life, who full of Pieces of a changing puzzle and with Words of rock on my back to carry I left with myself Myself, a monster I, a past thought Me, the one I hate yet love