Invisible paint on our faces
Showing who we are
Just an ounce of fear in every step
An ounce of regret for every bar
They figured you out
You're different- you stand out
The beat you till blood breaks through your skin
But you still love
There's nothing wrong with you
But apparently everything is wrong with you
"I didn't raise you like that!" is what you hear from your embarrassed mother
Clinging on to the life of a useless father
"You're going to hell" shoots arrows into your throbbing heart
Screaming for help, wanting to be like everyone else
Hiding in your bedroom and letting them throw their darts
Crying yourself to sleep because the love has left you
You meet the perfect person, but you can't tell them
And you just go over the brim
It's not a choice, because if I could choose
I would choose the easy life
Drowning your thoughts in cheap booze
Kicked out by your own flesh and blood
Hating yourself, and etching patterns in your own skin
The hate comes over like a flood
But there's nothing wrong with you
Nothing has ever been wrong with you
And there will never be a damn thing wrong with you.