Skin

this skin that Im in, is it enough yet
is this as good as its gonna get
this tainted air I breathe is thick
sometimes this rollercoaster makes me sick
this ride that im on, is ok if I coast
and enjoy the moments that i love the most
or is it a sin to be happy, sometimes it seems
the way people have crushed my dreams
and stumped and trashed all my hopes
now im left with all of these ropes
bet they'd like me to hang myself
sorry I strangely care for my own health
even tho others could care less
content to leave me in a pile of mess
I'll still wake up in this skin, bleeding from within
Glass cutting my patience this thin
Dont want to be a waste in the end