stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting

i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken

it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live

Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life

people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself

There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her

fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take

Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice

Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear