life's cruelties

Always it would come to me
It would come to break me
And looking back
On times before
I see the reasons why,
But i'll never understand it

When times are good
That's when it would start
No faith in God would save me,
This vicious cycle
Where my hopes soar high
Only to find my dreams have died>

No love for a man could stop it,
He'd dissapoint me too
And leave me to think i expect too much.
My hear broken
With misconception
The only ones there for me
Aren't there for me at all
The only ones there for me
Are in the posters on my walls.

It's not that i don't trust,
It's that people let me down.
Life fucks me over
Then leaves me here to die.
Depressed, despairing, in pain.
It picks me up and drops me on my head,
Only for me to let it do it again.

These are life's cruelties.
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.
It makes me a cynic, but is that so bad?
To stop being fucked over is to die
But what can i do? i don't want to die
So i'll live, i'll be fucked over
But when i die, it will be my act in fucking over life.