It's hard dealing with not being accepted
But it's worse when your thoughts are always intercepted
By a screen, by a door, sound-proofing your brain
By that "censorship" **** that drives you insane

And it's hard, concealing all those stray thoughts
Being force to think something you do not
It's worse being locked in a cage
That immediately closes when you have something to say

Something to say that is said to be wrong
So you suppress that **** thought until it seems fully gone
It's hard when it comes back, it's hard when it returns
When you're raising your hand but it's never your turn

Remember the first time we kissed?
The beginning of a relationship that was always hit and miss
But now the misses are consistent
And if we're being honest?
*I really don't miss it

Early today I went on a walk
My brain started to babble and it started to talk
It said Cameron, I want to be heard
So I let it out, set it free
And I gave it my word
I said I'd speak my passion
And maybe you'll listen
Like any burning passion
It starts with ignition.

I though I could ignite a flame
I thought that perfection was my middle name
But perfection's not from heaven, it's from hell
And my middle name's not perfection
The middle name's Michelle

I thought I was an angel; I was wrong
Every **** thing I thought that I knew was gone
Everything I thought was from heaven above
But what did I ever know of love?
Maybe I'm an angel, just an angel who fell
But my middle name's not angel
My middle name's Michelle.

Now I feel nothing that I thought that I felt
And maybe perfection's not from heaven it's from hell
And maybe I'm an angel, just an angel who fell
But my middle name's not perfection
My middle name's Michelle.

He loves me, he loves me not
Questions in my head
Flower petals on the ground
And tears in my bed

He loves me, he loves me not
Is he worth my time?
Making me feel this way should really be a crime.

I used to think that I was a terrible student
I was terrible at learning
Then I grew to think I was good
I knew the answers for which I was yearning
I devolved, I suppose, and soon I was sure I was a failure once again
F's and C's and D minuses felt like my only friends
I tried to convince my stupid self that it didn't really matter
But I had to choose between learning and grade-earning and I guess I chose the latter.
It scared me to death what I had become a zombie fueled by grades
Focused more on that god ****** score than the progress that I made
I used to think I was good at learning but it was all pretend
I could play school but in the end A's and B's were not my friends.

I used to think that I was a terrible student
I was terrible at learning
Then I grew to think I was good
I knew the answers for which I was yearning
I devolved, I suppose, and soon I was sure I was a failure once again
F's and C's and D minuses felt like my only friends
I tried to convince my stupid self that it didn't really matter
But I had to choose between learning and grade-earning and I guess I chose the latter.
It scared me to death what I had become a zombie fueled by grades
Focused more on that god ****** score than the progress that I made
I used to think I was good at learning but it was all pretend
I could play school but in the end A's and B's were not my friends.

She was happy.
Not happy in the way that makes you smile every day
No one smiles every day.
That's what she told herself.

She was happy.
She was happy, or at least, she didn't cry herself to sleep
Not every day, anyway.

She was happy.
She wasn't full of laughter and there was no happy ever after
But she was happy. That's what she told herself.

She was happy
She wasn't completely wrecked, at least not the last time she checked
Maybe she was now, but still.

She was happy.

She was really happy.

She told herself she was happy.

She wasn't happy.