It was to hard to tell you the truth that I kept hid,
And hopefully I won't regret that I ever did.
Maybe I'll get better, BUt then maybe I won't change,
I swear on my soul I'll kill myself if I stay the same.
Cos I can't stand what I feel,
ANd think about every day in my head,
I wish you'd know what it was like to wake up every day but just wishing you were dead.
I want someone to be able to help me,
Walk a single day in my shoes,
ANd then maybe you'd understand,
About the pain that I'm going through.
It seems like no one understands,
That I'm the new breed of freak,
Why do I look like I fit in so perfectly
But I find it so hard to speak?
There's just no middle ground with me,
I'm not a complete out cast, But I'm not miss popularity;
I want to know where I belong,
I want to learn how to love and be loved,
I want to live without choking;
But am I asking too much?
