Here I am walking along a lonely road,
Because there was simply no where else to go.
They told me to just be me.
But when I try to be the best I can be,
I turn around and they then torture me.
With words that will never fade,
As I slowly get out the blade.
With actions that will never tame,
It’s all just the same.
With people that will never leave,
For I will always grieve.
For I will never be,
The person they want me to be.
