Well, Life is pretty hard
My momma left
My daddy don't talk
And my classes are getting hard
My life's a mess
No matter what I do
Track, Basketball
I never impress you
You call me ugly and fat
Well this is how I'm made and that's that
I'm healthy and I'm proud
I just want to scream out loud
I hold everything in until I burst
I cry about it
But nobody knows
I do it in secret
I never let it show
My cover is "I'm okay" "I'm fine"
"I'm not crying I have no reason why"
But I'm not okay
I'm not fine
I have lots of reasons
Sometimes you're why