People say alot of things Like It will get better Things will ease up Your strong and you'll get through it I refer to myself as a painting Old, cracked, that nobody's spares A second of their time to see what is Truly underneath I try to see where they are coming from As they tell me their lies "You're Beatiful " "Don't change " "Your not fat, your fluffy" But I can hear the subliminal messages "Try a little makeup" "Improve your self" "I hear veggies trim the waist" I can see their eyes trying to Cover the harsh truth they wanna tell me But I listen But I listen I tried a few if those things Didn't work at all My friends come to me w/ their problems But I listen Everyday is some new issue that my Ears have to endure so I can tell Myself I do have friends that will do the same But they don't listen But they don't listen My eardrums could explode from the Quantity of problems I can't voice on my own But I listen I would take a bullet for them, while I try to Pretend everyday they would do the same My heart hangs like a dead body In the gallows, the handman counting Another mark to his body count But it hangs in the noose that chokes me From saying anything They can say all they want to me But it hard to talk when not only your Body but mind is dead The lonesome cry of failure Haunts my mind as I try to Change for everybody Anybody But I listen My oxygen supply is cut low from all the Thoughts that drown me at the night Trying to figure stuff out But no solution works No piece of the puzzle fits
The imaginary friends I had tell Me things I can't bear to hear That starving would work Or layers of foundation will help Or go out and buy a new personality But I ignore them with all my strength Because I know someday an original is Worth more than a copy I know I can be my own soul And not have to take cruel letters That form together If you think about cruel words are just alot Of meaningless letters So **** the alphebet This is how it will be from now on With my new found strength