I try so hard to be the best
But people think of me as a pest
When my name comes up all you hear druggy
Baddy
absolutely faggy
Just because I project myself differently doesn't give you the right to have an epiphany about your over the top simplicity
My world stretches back farther then I let people see
I cage the good part of me
I lock myself away into a little hide away
Cuz that's the only place I can be true to myself and no one else
The true me has got some problems
Cuz I don't fit into the column
that everyone else follows.
Being my own self is too much for me to handle so I shut up let my heart create a scandal
My brain just gets scrambled by all the nonsense being thrown into my life that leaves me in shambles.
People keep assuming and never talk they just sit there and stalk until something bad happens then they act like there in absolute shock
I use girls for my needs so I don't plead to others to succeed
I train myself day and night just to grab girls and throw them into my fucked up life
I can't stop the fight inside my head constantly telling me what's wrong and what's right
I don't understand which side is light
So I give up
I make the choice for myself and let my second brain take the lead and that only drives me down to a grave
Where I can't escape the impending trait that traps me to be fake
