There's nothing wrong with me.
My parents are together and get along,
I have friends I'm not broken off.
I'm not poor or oppressed,
i'm the perfect picture, a boor.

My life is so perfect so why am I so wrong.
I'm not skinny and pretty and I Should be, but I'm not.
My life is still a ****** mess,
kinda like me every night while crying on the floor.

My life's perfect nothings wrong.
My friends have problems, not me
I'll never mention crying or wanting to dye.
I'll never mention how I thank God whenever I speak.
All because i'm perfect, so there's no reason for me to want to be gone.
So why is that still all I want,
Just to wither like a dead man in a storm.

They think i’ll judge their mental health,
but at least they have a reason.
They never tell me, but I still find out somehow.
Do they really like me or am I just a filler always there for them.
I'm a side character.
A background song.
Never 1st or 2nd just a participant in the ploor,
I hate my life and I don't know why,
oh god please let me dye.