Prisoner To My Peers
Can't be myself and still be cool.
Everybody acts so cruel.
View my life through my eyes:
The pain, the sorrow I despise.
Everything is so queer.
I'm a prisoner to my peers.
I laugh at destruction.
When someone falls down.
I wear a smile.
But you put on a frown.
Gotta be someone else
To be cool with the crowd.
I can't make my own decision
I wanna scream out loud.
If only someone would hear.
If only someone would listen to me.
I am trapped in my confession...
Will someone set me free?
People whisper, point and stare.
The gossip stabs me in the side.
It hurts to know that each and every
"Friend" of mine has lied
After the turning point,
My whole life changed.
After the turning point,
My thoughts rearranged.
After the turning point,
I saw a dark light.
After the turning point,
I wanted to fight.
After the turning point,
I was not sincere.
After the turning point,
I hated my peers.
True death is being with you.
I do not know what I should do.
I guess that life alone's not worth it.
After the turning point, a dark light was lit.
I want to escape this phase
I want to act like it isn't so.
I want a lot of simple things,
But do I get them? No.
