You act like your always happy
But i do the same
You cut yourself
But so do I
We go through life
And our life is a lie
We threaten ourselves
instead of others
so they call us phys-co
We go along with it
Because our minds are so messed up
with all this crap
they call depression
But what is there to be depressed about
If we just don't care what people say
At least thats what we tell ourselves each and every day
They call us Goths and punks
But we think its cool
So they call us freaks
And say we need help
But i guess its just are own little lie
Cause no one knows who we really are
