Karma

the water is turning black 

my skin is blue

im trapped and don't know what to say 

im sad but want to go out to play

the edge of life is where im at 

ready to leap into death

saying everything to start a fight with anybody who comes in sight 

because im dying of sight and sound 

im like a rag doll burning as im falling from some little kids sick twisted fantasy 

it all started with you 

the people who laughed at my life 

and told me i was full of it 

i cut  the parts that hurted 

society came at me with diffrent varietys of pain

that turned me insane 

i lie with ease to please everyone but myself

maybe i am a hazard to my health

im still standing in the rain trying to take in what you dished out 

 what was said by who 

why was it said 

was my message ever read 

that i was abused

or that i was thrown away 

im dying what is their more to say ive popped pills

and smoked weed 

even slit my wrists but im still alive 

this time when i put the lock on life im driving the bus over the ridge

with 32 horrible kids from hell

in the news my motive will be to the grave 

i was a slave to the rumours and the lies 

but now as the bus goes over the bridge 

he screams im dying to live and living to die why 

goodbye 

people cry and some people yell

everyone is frantic and this is 

10 years after grade school 

looks like krama took its toll 

i wonder who was in control when the bus driver 

decided to drive his class mates over the bridge he had nothing to lose

just a fate to choose and he choose death

now you will remember him til has last breath