Crying alone
In a corner
You tell me "Just be happy,"
But how can I be happy
When kids like me are dying
How can I be happy
When kids like me
Are being killed by guns,
Being killed by pills?
How can I be happy
When kids like me
Feel they can't trust
Anyone, because the government
Rips them away from their families
Not needing to.
You say it's gonna be okay,
And I'm told it'll get better,
But how is it gonna get better if everyone
Is wearing fake smiles; how is it going
To get better if you can't make one
Simple change in
Yourself to see the truth
Instead of listening to all the
Liars;
Even if seeing the truth
Means standing in political fires.
Yeah, you say to just be content,
But how can I be content
When your heart is as hard as
A stone; all the while
Kids like me are out getting stoned
Just to feel some sort of high
That will numb the pain.
How can I be content when kids
Like me become so shattered
Because they can't see they actually
Mattered.
You say you're so sick
Seeing the sappy look
On my face, and that you
Want to see me to be joyful for once.
But please tell me how
I'm supposed to be joyful
When all this world does is
Divide us, because they can't see
We are all one race.
Why can't you see that
I want to be jolly, but
How am I supposed to be jolly
When I see the teen suicide rate go up,
Because of all the hate.
How am I supposed to be jolly
When kids like me constantly
Feel like they are a waste of space.
Do you want to see me merry?
Then for God's sake tell me how
I'm supposed to be merry
When theirs so much
Evil going on inside
Of so many fake people
Who pretend they're doing
Good!?