I wiped the tear from my cheek
They all said that they would be here for me
But it's clear that they weren't sincere
Because where are they when I'm in fear?
Fear of my own self-distruction
Outsiders say "Dear you're too beautiful for that"
Yet others say "I don't want to hear it anymore"
But I say I can make it any more clear
That I hate these demons inside of me
Who whisper in my ear
"You better keep that blade near"
I try to fight back saying I threw them all out last year
Yet I'm reminded that I could simply steer myself to those kitchen sheers
Because this constant self-hate is all I can hear
It's like someone who was sober and having their first beer
And maybe it's only one
Yet it still brings back the feeling of sheer addiction
But for me it's the feeling that we all live on the sphere
Yet I'm feeling like I live in isolation
Like God never gave me the correct gear
To function like everyone else
So instead of comfort they led the jeer
Shouting, "You're different you don't deserve to be here"
