Growing up, you thought you were normal.
But when kids started making fun of you , your thought process would get the best of you.
You didn't know why you got bullied every day .
And you didn't know why when you let your head to go to bed your mind would race.
You'd lock yourselves in bathrooms, and sit in the corner and cry.
You didn't have a reason to cry .
you hate yourself because you cried .
You're an awful person .
Every time something doesn't go your way, you start bawling .
No one's gonna like you you're too dramatic , no wonder you can't make any friends.
Maybe if you would learn to get over things and shut up for once in your life, you'd be happy .
Maybe if you could put that fucking razor blade down and go to sleep , you'd feel better.
But you can't can you?
Your brain won't let you .
Your brain runs in circles , trying to drive you insane.
You get a car , your brain gets so bad that before you pull out of the parking lot, you already think about driving off something.
Maybe if you put a bullet through it, you'll finally quit.
