Making up stories, and telling make believe,
Is cute for all the children, but only when their 3
Why must you tell lies, and speak in deception
When you should be nice, and work on acceptation
Everytime I look up, I see your face.
Everytime I look down, I see your fate.
Why didn't I go with you
Why did I have to stay.
It's not fair
Its just not okay
How come I don’t fit in
Why must my life live in sin
Why do you have to lie?
What is the reason?
Is it to gain power for yourself?
Is it to damage the reputation of another?
How can I be myself in a world that demands perfection?
In a world full of discrestion
How can I love who I want when boys are filled with hate?