Do i deserve to be treated like this?
My wounds they were fresh that i can see my own flesh
My knees they were trembling i can't move on my will
Fearful eyes, cool shirts, am i that scary?
Why they can't look in my eyes am i that feary?
But sometimes, they're laughing am i that silly?
I just want to have friends
I just want to express myself
I just want to be me. . .
-Guia