Sucks to be her
Cause she turns around and only sees a blur.
I hate being her
Im a bomb ready to be ignited.
Some say its blood
Some say its depression
I have such an exotic obsession.
People call it love
Others may call it hate
But i need to practice what i preach, thats my fate.
Mountains are too high
And rivers at too low
I think only the wind can surpass my undertoe.
I could be called birttle
I could be called new
Sometimes my voice resembles a babie's coo.
He may see me as an it
She may see me as a freak
Im like a faucette with a terrible leak.
Disaster seems to know me well
Cant you put me under a new distressed spell?
My hair is short
My legs are long
Now i see what its like to always be wrong.
Vampires hate me
And goths hissed
I feel like somebody in school getting dised.
Am i equal yes or no?
Of course not!
But i have not yet forgot!
When it starts to rain
My name shall be in vain.
And thats the day
When its the 1st of May.