I rather die
than living in a lie
It’s easy to say
but it’s never the same

I’m lonely
Why can’t I be happy?
I wish I was special
so that I can also be treated equal

I wish I was hot
Cause I burn everything
I touch
I mess everything I do
I mean what kind
Of girl I am?

Every time I’m imagining
my own funeral
I wanna commit suicide!