Wingless

I feed off other people's feelings.
If there is anger in my atmosphere I'm angry.
If there's happiness I'm happy.
The atmosphere has been so much hate and pain.
So I cry and hate and complain.

I wish my surroundings were full of happiness and smiles.
Instead it's sad and been like that for awhile.

All I want is to have a peaceful life.
But I guess that can never happen twice.

This is the karma I get for being a fool.
I wish I never went to that school.


Bad luck and hurt is all it gave me.
Some people just arent able to be saved.
I've took a chance and dug my grave.

I tried my best to show some light but I got drenched in the darkness.
I wish I could go back in time where it was joy and peace.
Not like now where I have no happiness to release.

How much hurt can one go through?
I would've called quits early if I knew.

If I would have known things would be this bad, I would've never left the life I had.
Atleast in my past it was never this bad.

Now I'm stuck in this place called hell,
Where my soul took a turn and where I fell.
I thought I could have been enough to call this a heaven.
I have to stay where my soul was taken.

If only I could be better, if only my aura could change from what's around me.
I would be happy you see.

But I feed on this morbid devil's curse,
And he just always gets worse.

It makes me into something I'm not wanting to be and it puts hate in my heart so heavily.
So instead of love in my heart its always engraved in hate.
How much can I take?

I did this to myself and now my heart and soul is no more,
From the ginger fire devil I made a deal with... now I have no wings to soar.