F*uck away my innocence, laugh away my fears.
Burn away my angelic side and smile away my tears.
You tell me I am good, when I know I'm bad.
You tell my I'm happy, when we both konw I'm sad.
You try to mold me but I'm not your clay.
Thats when my good feelings really start to sway.
All these happy feelings arn't natural at all.
I always try my hardest but sometimes I may fall.
I want to be accepted as me, for all the good I do.
And if you don't except me then the lose is all on you.
Maybe I should use the blade of this knife to assist me in this act,
And help me take my life.