Here’s some real talk for all of you listening,

This goes out to all the people that think they know me,
 when really, there’s so much more than the eye can see.
 
It’s not easy, to live like this,
 when the only thing I want, is just to be free.

Nobody will ever understand how hard it is, just to be myself.
Feeling like I’m lost, living as somebody else.
 
but no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be the person I strive to be.
 
What I hate, is the ignorance, being judged upon what people have heard,
 when they don’t even know what it’s like, this life is just absurd.
 
how they judge based upon looks, and word of mouth,
 but they don’t know, because ignorance is bliss.

but how can you think you’re better, when you don’t even know you as yourself.
 you don’t even know for yourself, just who you are, because you feel like someone else.

It’s tough, living a life of someone else, feeling like you just don’t belong.
 life is a bitch, or say they say, but the horror just never seems to completely go away.
 
Now I’m sitting here, thinking to myself, writing my life in this song
and I ask myself, why do I live like this?
 
For other people, all they do is just get handed a plastic card.
 and as for me, I work where I can. Whether or not the work is hard.
 
This shit just got real, because you don’t even know who I are,
 yet you sit there, talk shit out the window of your parents car.
 
When I work just to eat, and pay off all my bills.
But I have big aspirations, that will someday be fullfilled.
 
My life will not be in vain, I will someday be myself,
 no matter how much it takes, this dream will come true, not pushed back on the shelf.
 
Yeah I’m hated, but the one true thing in life is not lost,
 the happiness I deserve to have, that dream I hold, no matter what the cost.
 
As for Love, I’ve fallen deeply. Loving this girl who doesn’t even understand me completely.
 She’s by far the most beautiful girl in my eyes, the only one I care about so deeply.

Me and you, are like fire and gasoline.
So much is left between us, knowing how you hurt me, and wondering about what’s unseen.

Not knowing if you truely love me and care, constantly having a broken heart.
How can you even say you love me, when all you do is tear me apart?

I wish I could know for sure, whether or not what we have is real.
I can’t even trust you on some damn website with how you make me feel.

I feel like I’m just another guy to you, because there a million who pursue you.
I’m just one of the naive ones, who actually believes in you, even though you do what you do.

Even though I say this, I just wanna believe you. You give me hope to be who I can be.

There are times when what we have is so deep, and I feel that you love me, for me.