Dear God or whomever you are...
Why do you hate me so much...

I sit here, forever, just waiting...
Hoping,praying, and anticipating...

I never thought I'd make it this far
I swore by my 17th birthday I'd be dead...

I can't be the image you make-believe
Nor can I uphold this facade you concieve...

I'm sorry it took so damn long,
But now I see you and all that you fake...

I cant wait for the night to turn to day,
For the sun to sweep me off my feet and fly me...