When people make fun of what you look like
That means there depressed with the own life
Trying to express cruelty, when it feels right
You feel like your less than the real type
But no type is real unless you build that hype
Into your imagination than your creating a fight
With your own mind and when that happens you will keep fading
Hating your life always waiting for a complement
And trading lives feels like it will make you better saving
Your energy for the stormy weather because your waving
Makes you feel like no ones relating so your making
Your time cave in like your running on quick sand
But you choose to stand so your sinking quicker than planned
And now your end is in the beginning repeating over and over again
The end.