It's gonna hurt...
Right, so tomorrow's the first day of school. I couldnt eat thinking about it, and I know I wont sleep tonight. School is like hell for me. I have to spend six and a half hours locked in a building where everyone hates me, I have to obey rules, do tests, work all day, and then come home and do homework. If I had just one person who could be my friend, and stay by me, I think it would be alright. Just one person to care about me, and to make me feel special and needed, someone to cheer me up, I would be fine. But I dont. I have noone. And even though I'm used to it, that doesnt mean I'm content with it.
People dont understand me. I know this sounds cliche, but its true. They think that because I listen to punk rock, and I show it, I'm a punk, and a loser...which isnt fair, because Im not a punk, and even if I was, what's so wrong with that? They think that just because Im a bit different, I dont want to have a friend. And they dont bother to get to know me, because of what other people would think.
Im sick of being alone. And I think that, even though I dont show it, its starting to get to me.
So here we go again, another year that, no matter what I do, will just end up being the same as the rest.
People dont understand me. I know this sounds cliche, but its true. They think that because I listen to punk rock, and I show it, I'm a punk, and a loser...which isnt fair, because Im not a punk, and even if I was, what's so wrong with that? They think that just because Im a bit different, I dont want to have a friend. And they dont bother to get to know me, because of what other people would think.
Im sick of being alone. And I think that, even though I dont show it, its starting to get to me.
So here we go again, another year that, no matter what I do, will just end up being the same as the rest.