You look at the way i dress
you look at the way i was raised
you look at me and miss who i am
you look at me and see what you want
you look at me and treat me like im a freak
do you know what the way i dress shouldn't be a problem of yours
the way i was raised was perfect they thought me to be my self
you can't see me cause i block it a way from you so you don't have to see the pain
do you know that if took the time to talk to me and not lecture me that you might see who i am but i don't that i will ever let you that far
do you know why you never see me cry or sad cause i put on a face that can make it seem that nothing it ever wrong even thought i am crying on the inside
