When you look at me, I can only imagine what you see
Just another "Gothic" girl? You don't know me
You don't know one goddamn thing about my life
If, and the reasons why I cry at night.
So, I'll give you a reality check, kind of spill my heart out
Maybe then you'll have something worth talking about.
When I was just eleven, I was raped
He took something that wasn't his to take
And ever since then, I've hated how my life has been
It's so fucking painful, and the hauntings never end
WhenI was fifteen, it happened once again
Why? Because I was too afraid to tell a friend
Now I shake when I think about it, I shiver
I can't help but cry when I talk about it. I quiver.
When I was going on sixteen, I thought I found "love"
But love for me was nothing but hitting and brutal shoves
I was abused mentally and physically, treated like dirt
And through every moment of it, I thought it was something I deserved
By then, I had had enough, I was losing the fight
So I popped pills, took drugs, and mutilated myself to end my life
But I suppose suicide just wasnt an option for me
I'm still living, still suffering and drowning in misery
Now, at the age of eighteen, life is no different
My heart is still shatterd, torn, and bent
And when I soon fell in love with a best friend
I realized what it feels like to have to pretend
At home, I'm nothing more than an outcast
A broken soul with a dark and secretive past
Nothing hurts more than to be misunderstood
But never in my life did I think they ever could
At school, it's even harder to get them to understand
I'm judged on what I wear, not for my heart or who I really am
The outside matters, "Beauty" is the main thing, no doubt
Beauty is only skin deep and I've carved mine out
There's more to a person that you see
I am who I am, not some hardcore label you throw at me
I'll hold my head up high, let my life continue
And if you still have a problem with me, then fuck you...
Just another "Gothic" girl? You don't know me
You don't know one goddamn thing about my life
If, and the reasons why I cry at night.
So, I'll give you a reality check, kind of spill my heart out
Maybe then you'll have something worth talking about.
When I was just eleven, I was raped
He took something that wasn't his to take
And ever since then, I've hated how my life has been
It's so fucking painful, and the hauntings never end
WhenI was fifteen, it happened once again
Why? Because I was too afraid to tell a friend
Now I shake when I think about it, I shiver
I can't help but cry when I talk about it. I quiver.
When I was going on sixteen, I thought I found "love"
But love for me was nothing but hitting and brutal shoves
I was abused mentally and physically, treated like dirt
And through every moment of it, I thought it was something I deserved
By then, I had had enough, I was losing the fight
So I popped pills, took drugs, and mutilated myself to end my life
But I suppose suicide just wasnt an option for me
I'm still living, still suffering and drowning in misery
Now, at the age of eighteen, life is no different
My heart is still shatterd, torn, and bent
And when I soon fell in love with a best friend
I realized what it feels like to have to pretend
At home, I'm nothing more than an outcast
A broken soul with a dark and secretive past
Nothing hurts more than to be misunderstood
But never in my life did I think they ever could
At school, it's even harder to get them to understand
I'm judged on what I wear, not for my heart or who I really am
The outside matters, "Beauty" is the main thing, no doubt
Beauty is only skin deep and I've carved mine out
There's more to a person that you see
I am who I am, not some hardcore label you throw at me
I'll hold my head up high, let my life continue
And if you still have a problem with me, then fuck you...
