If I were to collect then present Each and every tear I cried If I were to show Every emotion I was told to hide If I were to point out The litany of moments where I lied If I were to open up Recalling the days I wished I'd died And shamefully admit The number of times I've tried Would you be able to love me for me And put the worst of me aside? Don't worry if you can't, The rides creator couldn't even finish the ride
Since a year and nine months before my first birthday I've been unwanted The only way for me to not feel unwanted Is to not be around for unwanted to be an option Watch that be the day I am finally wanted And they'll have the nerve to say, "this is not what we wanted."