I don't know how things got this way
To point of me crying everyday...
The whispers in the hallway and the icy cold...
Most teachers turn away and the principal himself...
I smile like nothing's wrong,
I laugh like I'm okay...
Dreams and illusions;visions of haze
the want of love is what she craves...
Tainted on the outside,
tainted from within...
I wonder to myself,
why do I stand alone...
A sad and twisted thought
Came upon my mind...
I sit here and watch it pool in my hand,
And cant help but wonder how I got where I am...
Icy tears of forsaken shades,
Grey falling down her face...
As i walk to school everyday i get called names.
As i sit in class i get called fatty...
What a disaster this has become.
Something simple, spun out of control...
Pouring fire on my face
Weld it tight and weld it shut...