Their words get inside of my head, they destroy me.
They don't even know me, they only judge on what they see.
But if they saw what I did to make the pain go away,
would they look differently at this image I portray?
I want to be happy, I want them to stop.
If they think their life is hard, maybe we should swap.
I've hit the very bottom, I'm too weak to stand tall.
I've given up, I've backed down, I am in their thrall.
Now you see I don't even understand.
Maybe this is what they all had planned?
I got sick and tired of their rumors and lies.
No one pays attention until someone dies.
So I grabbed the rope and blade and ran far beyond the trees.
At last my mind will be at ease.
As I began to set the rope up, a shadow peered down behind me.
A man with no face, but how could he see?
He had 8 arms, and a fancy business suit.
For a man with no face, I must admit he was kind of cute.
He devoured my soul and set my ghost free.
Time to make those girls who caused this live in misery.
