I am not perfect, and because of this I can never be loved.
The time's I cry out no one can hear me.
I live in this wonderful world that no one can see because it's in my head.
All they see is whats before them, and all they hear is what they want to hear.
This place i call my home is not for me.
God could never forgive my sin's, and for that I am an outcast of society
