• the days are nights, the days are dawn i been living a lie all along.
    i wish i seen the good things and never the bad
    but when i see outside, i feel that everyone gone mad.
    i keep thinking about bad things and wonder why.
    but when people leave what's the point of saying good-bye.
    i keep getting hit, pushed, and all.
    even sometimes i wish i was tall.
    People in school teases me about my speech and the way i act.
    but i know one thing that my kindness is there for a fact.
    now do you see the troubles i have.
    even sometimes asleep i feel so very sad.