Sometimes I feel so un-alive Like my presence does not survive I hate this feeling that is within Like my existence has already end They ignore me all the time Like my opinion is a crime I hate this feeling that lurks within Like my existence never began I cry and cry for days and weeks But still no one dares to peek Through my world to see what's wrong Or dare to think that this will last long. My heart breaks each time i speak When i realize there is no repeat Am i not loud enough to hear? Or could it be that i am just not here? I wish I could rewind the time And turn myself into a chime Loud and clear would i be heard Instead of just being misunderstood Sometimes I feel so unalive Like my presence does not survive I hate this feeling that is within Like my existence has already end