Surrendering

You don't care about me or what I say. Cast me out so I stay away. Nothing special; wasted space. In the way and out of place. I live my life so I'm not alive. Fade away until I die. Nothing to give and not a thing to take. I want to try, but I'm too late. I'm selfish, ungrateful, a coward incapable of showing the love I didn't know I had. My bitterness is taking over, blinded by what I can't see. But I know that I hate the world that's always hated me. Why is it so hard to see what's so hard for me to separate these things? Right or wrong, truth or not. I won't let this world take my life from me. I've had enough. I had a thought placed inside my head. I've had enough of this world that speaks for death. I had a thought. It was placed in my head. But I won't give up I'll beat out death instead. I won't give up. Don't give up on me. I can't stand aside and let the world decide what's right for me. I won't surrender. I'll lift my eyes, and not a flag. I won't surrender. I'll live to see another day. I won't surrender. I'll lift my eyes. I'm not afraid.