As I lay on my grave,
I think about the things I craved From peoples opinions To random stares
Now I think how stupidly I behaved
From wanting their support, and behaving in a certain way What was all that for?
As I lay near my end
I wonder why was there the pretend ? Why I changed the way I laughed? Why I changed the way I dressed? Why I destroyed my childhood dreams? Why I wanted to be someone else?
i now know why
‘Coz I was afraid of what people will say But where are they now? When im lying here alone Where are they, their opinions and blames?
No one’s here except for me
Now I lay on my grave thinking How stupidly I changed the reality of me For the made up reality of these.