it sad that no one cares unless you're good looking or you're dead Im trapped, feeling like I can only go backwards, but never ahead. If school is for fulfillment then why am I so empty when I go to bed? I just lay there thinking; I heard those remarks today that you said. Even though it was nothing but gossip, i can't get it outta my head They say you do this because your popular, but i think you liked seeing how i bled Im used to this abuse so i try not to care what you spread But this distian is killing me; My clothes are covered in red Isnt it sad that we only difine ourselves by what we hear? We strip ourselves, a motionless corpse, waiting for a puppeteer Its hard being happy with yourself when you have to face that out cast in the mirror iving, knowing that man is responsible for all you endear. So i just try to ignore all the anxiety and the fear But this hatred has me fading away and who i am isnt exactly clear Im falling further away from myself, questioning is the end near. Ive been dying on the inside; guess its only a matter of a couple of years Fuck no, theres nothing left Im Hard pressed to get it off my chest Because the life i am living is so fucking vivid with all these livid emotions People tell me to stand up and be who i am. But crippled so i cant take a stand. I Look at you and wonder if this was the plan To make a withered shell out of a man My parts are broken still trying my best But i cant go through theses motions like the rest My life is always a mess because i go through life and only guess But i cant think clearly because im always stressed The pain, the shame all that i will attest Is a curse so how the fuck am i blessed