I've got the pages and I've got the poems
and God only knows and woa - No

I've got the feeling, I've got a soul
I hit the ceiling, I loose all control - Yeah

I've hit the bottom, and fallen through
I'll tunnel in under, comming for you - Yeah

And when you see me I'm with bad news

I hope this isn't too blunt, but this piece didn't have much going for it. Not much at all, I would say. Most of what you said read like cliched regurgitation of the past 10 years' worth of pop songs, so this was really lacking in substance and meaning. Flow wasn't really anything special either.

I don't mean to be mean, just honest, honestly. Keep writing though, you'll get there.