• My life is different it cannot be foretold.
    My body is different it cannot be sold.
    I picture myself different as a special type of demon.
    Or a common angel flying up to heaven.
    My life isn't perfect im like another who has commited a sin.
    So why the hell do i picture myself different.
    Aren't i mean and nice.
    My soul resemblance a block of dried ice.
    Im like a another living soul who turn the same.
    It's either heaven or hell.
    It's a common parallel.
    Then again i am different because i have a different personality.
    I won't fall apart completely and give up on living.
    I'm mean and caring and have the will to keep on giving.
    I rather die than commit suicide.