Im Walking through hell on Earth The Devil been had a plan to torture me since Birth. Nothing ever goes right in my life its my job to break this Curse. Maybe god wouldnt be punishing me if i had on heels and was holding a Purse And Paid Attention to what the pastor say in Church.. Why Am i the black sheep , i feel the grim reaper next to my bed while i sleep. when I get sick of crying sometimes my soul weeps .. im missing something in my life like a puzzel piece , im running out of time! these are not our bodies And im trying to find happiness before i get that death lease. does the mirror really show the reflection of me? as i glance i dont recongnize the person i see. my soul longs for something deep/ somebody please please love and understand me . because im slippin off the edge .. the waves of trials are pullin me far . somebody help i need a life guard