• I wake up every morning wait for some thing better.
    Will it come?
    Will it find me?
    What is it?
    Will i ever find out?
    I ask my self the same danm things over and over.
    As i wake up every morning.
    I ask my self again as I cry myself to sleep.
    Y cant any 1 see me for me?
    I'm i ugly?
    I'm i rong to be me?
    I'm i rong to gay?or to be straite?or bi?
    Y cant they see me for me?
    I wonder y!
    I need to know so i can change!
    I want to be loved i want to be held,
    in someone's arm's!
    I cry every day because i dont know y!
    Y cant they see me!