Tonight i didnt pray

i mean who is God anyway

Is he the one who turned me into the girl i am today...

because i hate this girl in every single way

I fight myself every single day

and that God you love so much doesnt give a shit about what i have to say

I pray and pray and pray and pray that he could just take the pain away

but i mean who is God anyway

because that God that you love so much 

shouldnt want me to suffer this much

And as i cry on my pillow as laying in my bed

I say alittle something inside of my head

I tell God that this will be my last cry for help

And then I take the knife from on top of the shelf...

because tonight im done praying.