• I really try to hide
    The fear in my eyes
    But all I do is cry
    Do I really deserve this kind of life
    When all I am waiting for is a scythe
    I sit here alone putting a smile on my face
    When I'm actually screaming "Get me out of this place"
    I don't know if my friends even care
    While at school all I get are stares
    Teachers wondering about my bruises and scars
    When all I want is to go abroad and far
    Away from this place
    And not to look at anyone in this place
    The lies I've been told
    While another story unfolds..