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The pain when you get rejected
is worse than getting shot in the foot.
Rejected... neglected...
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.