Here I lay in my bed, with another tear left to shed.
I always feel rather down, you wouldn't know because i'm constantly hiding my frown.
I swear my tears are black because happiness is what i lack
sometimes i wonder where the hell i came from, i wouldn't know because i'm way different than the rest of them
I'm hated in different ways,
sometimes i feel that i can't finish the days
i can't eat right, and i cry myself to sleep every night.
I want to be loved and cared for,
just like normal people, maybe even more.
why do i get looked at the i do
what did i do, and to who?
why do you all hate me
i'm a human being too, don't you see?
or am i invisible to everybody
well don't worry, when i look at others, i imagine them all bloody
preps disgust me and i don't know why,
i just wish they'd all burn in hell and die.
I used to be a good child but then i went wild.
I miss me, the way i used to be
