BiSo I like girlsWhat's the big deal?If I tell my parentsTheir hearts may never heal?Should I really be concerned?Should I even care?If I don't let them knowI'd be choking on airYeah I like girlsBut I like guys tooFor now I'm stuck in a rutWhat am I to do?I seem in-denial'Cause that's what people want to hearIt's shoved down my throatI can barely even smile
DepressionYou may not think much of it But depression really killsIt may be that you're slitting wrists Or overdosing pills.Life can kick you to the curbIt can take over your mindSometimes it's good to be aloneTo let your brain unwind.Drama can overcome your joyAnd secrets might make you payWanting to fit in and be treated the sameBut your mood stays dull and grey.
Uncared ForYou beat me up, you push me aroundLike I don't belong in this townAs if I'm not here, like I don't existYou make me pissed and slit my wristsI bleed and cry black tears of hate,The cuts go deeper, life's going great!Soon enough my blood (will) be gone, my spirit lost,Found by dawn and body tossed.