Cracked

 

  Its only a dream
everything is pretend
  theres a road with no end
the road bends your dark twisted life
  ending it with only a fight

You lied to yourself
  you dont know what do
god created you
  but he sent you to hell
your hanging by only just a string
  hopelessly you scream

your thoughts are very loud
  sending me down
I fall to the ground
  hesitating 
I yell out loud
  lucky you. . .
you won this round
  but next time . . .