I wasn’t born perfect
I’m scared all the time
And was forced to live in this shell
As the years went by
This shyness I had to sell
I’d try to speak out
But my voice got caught
And it appeared like I had doubt
And it screwed with my head
I’d end up with tears on my pillow
And tissues in my bed
My mom and dad divorced
I was in the middle
Of their scheming
I heard myself screaming
And it screwed with my head
I’d end up with tears on my pillow
And tissues in my bed
My grandma died when I was just fourteen
I couldn’t appear in public
I was forced to be mean
And it screwed with my head
I’d end up with tears on my pillow
And tissues in my bed
I have to take these “special” pills
That are suppose to make me happy
And push me out of my shell
But then people say hurtful things
And I crawl back in
And it screwed with my head
I’d end up with tears on my pillow
And tissues in my bed
When I was little these girls hurt me
They pretended to be my friend
But they only cared for each other
Those hateful words they would send
And it screwed with my head
I’d end up with tears on my pillow
And tissues in my bed
I thought it wouldn’t happen again
But then I was a friend with her
I thought she liked me
Yet she broke my heart
And stung me like a bee
And it screwed with my head
I’d end up with tears on my pillow
And tissues on my bed
“Our personalities aren’t compatible.”
She said
What she meant was
“I don’t want to be your friend.”
I stood up for her!
I tried to mend what was wrong
But it doesn’t matter anymore
She never liked to talk to me
Probably thought I was a bore
I’m done lying
I’m done trying
I told her the truth
Exactly what she wanted
Yet now she’s mad at me
It’s quite ironic actually
I rarely, almost never, said anything bad about her
And I’m the one she hates
Another person who walked out on me
And it screwed with my head
I’d end up with tears on my pillow
And tissues in my bed
