Don't you know how some of us feel sometimes?
Don't you know what some of us do to ourselves sometimes?
No, you don't know, nor would you care
Some of cut, cry, try to **** or all three and more to ourselves
But even if you knew you would just say aloud or flaws,
Criticize our looks,
Or beat us to the ground...
Because that's what the world thinks of people like me
They scoff in disgust of our loves and sexualities
They beat us till we suffer from LIVING
The one thing they WON'T do is,
E N D O U R S U F F E R I N G
"Just leave the goth chic in the back alone."
"I'm. Not. Goth."
"Whatever you re your a FREAK! A ******!"
Then kicks me till I'm on the ground.
All because I just think dying is better, I like black,
and I sing MCR and Panic!
Like ***!
