To move on ahead
You must first call something dead
To move away from me
And become who I was always meant to be
You call me fake
But what is it going to take
To move away from the pain
And finally be able to call myself sane
I hate this life I lead
I know exactly what I need
To find myself alone
Or forever be unknown
Will you except me if I change myself?
Or will you place me on your bottom shelf?
Marked as forsaken, broken,
Placed with ruined treasures unknown and unspoken,
How dare you stereotype me
if the only way I can be free
Is to leave me and to leave you
Then so be it, we're done, we're through,
I hope you know I never wanted to be this way
In a cold, empty, lonely, white room, here to stay
Don't you know I'd be a lot happier as the changed myself?
Please, don't stereotype me with those on your bottom shelf
I love you, I'm going to cry
I don't want to say good-bye
