The pain when you get rejected
is worse than getting shot in the foot.
those things of the sort.
"Be who you are."
That's what they all say.
But I can't help being me.
I'm sorry I'm a beast.
Should I lie?
Tell them I faked?
No... no time.
I screwed up, I've been baked.
It's not a disease.
Not a condition.
It's not some big imagined up prediction.
It's who I am. This is me. Don't tell I can't be who I wanna be.
A wolf is a pack animal.
As am I.
If you leave me
I'm already dead inside.
My friend was understanding
believing, best as can be.
But then I spilled.
I told her the truth. Now I'm mental to her. An outcast, a joke.
It's not my fault I am who I am!
Sometimes a wolf is just who I am...
If you don't want to talk to me anymore, I really don't give a damn fuck.
Just mind your own business from now on.
But I hope your happy.
Because now I'm hurting inside.
It's like a part of my pack has rejected me.
I hope your glad I'm hurting inside.