Lost.

My heart is true
But it seems so cruel
The things I do
I thought were cool
The things I say
I thought sounded ok

I saw myself from far away
And I hated what I do and say

Now it's like a dejavu
When I thought that all was new
I keep my cool and learned to chill
And believed in time all wounds would heal

Seems like no matter what I do
It's never good enough for you
I'm easy on anger and easy to please
The good old days I really miss

I will try every single means
Just to see your little grin
It feels like I have walked the end
Holding a death sentence in my hand