being different is better than being you

Yesterday was bad.
Today was worse.
And rite now I’m being driven away in a hearse.
Some one killed me.
At least that’s how I feel
who know this feeling could be so real.
Im dead inside.
Im dead inside.
I don’t care anymore.
Say what you want.
I know what I am, you don’t have to tell me.
Your not right anyway.
And you call me stupid!
Well, look who’s talking.
And you call me fake.
For heaven sake.
Shut your mouth
before I shut it for you.
And if you don’t know me don’t speak.
That just makes you seem weak.
And I don’t cut. You can check my wrists.
And if you keep talking your left eye will check my fist.
Im not scared of you.
I mean, I always wear rings.
And its not just the rude notes.
Its all the little things.
So what if im different.
That don’t make me all those things you call me.
Cant you see?
Being different is better than being you.