I don't damn fit in this town. I fucking hate it here, all I want is being free and leaving this bullshit behind me.
Quite nobody ever seemed to understand me, I mean they pretend but they don't.
They just don't notice how mentally fucked up I am, but that's alright I guess, because someday they'll need help and then I'm gonna be the one who don't gives a shit about anyone anymore.
Nobody will ever destroy my plans, I'll leave this place as soon as I can,
I haven't really started living yet, I was just existing for so long, but when my time comes there will be no one to hold me back.
It will still take some time until I can finally break free, but I'm gonna stay strong and stand all the suffer.
It will be worth it.

... And in the end I start to feel like shit once again, you treated me just like some other idiot, it hurts like hell  and you don't even care.
You still complain about your life but never cared that I'm human too and I have feelings.
Go right ahead and laugh at the girl who fell in love too easily.
There were just so many promises you couldn't keep.
I don't know how or why I even fell for you, I guess I did because you made me.
Even if I knew it all along that it was all lies, it was just so easy to believe someone if he tells you exactly what you want to hear.
Once I really thought you cared a bit.
But now I know you never did and you never will.
I'm too fucking naive and you just threw me all away, so go on ignoring me.
But thats okay, I wouldn't choose me either between all these other girls.
I just want you to know that I love you with all my ugly heart.

Have you ever looked in the mirror and couldn't stand who's looking back? 

When I look at myself I only see the chances I've missed, the things I've failed, the persons I've lost, everything I couldn't own, every painful memory.
Finally my surface is cracking. I'm bruised and scarred by all the things I keep inside, they tear me from the inside and only I can see this.
No one understands what it means to be me, how it hurts to take a look at myself, they think it's just so simple.
But it is not, and I guess it will never be.
I'ts not only that I hate the way I look, I hate the way I act, the way I feel, the way I hide so many things.
And what hurts the most is that I've completely lost myself but nobody ever noticed.
They're too fucking busy with beeing ok with their lifes:

But that's ok, I'm gonna survive that somehow,I'm gonna survive every painful feeling.
Just don't dare to call me pretty without knowing who I am. 

No, really, emotions are messi.

There is no need for them, they are just balast,

I guess I'm better off without this human stuff.

 Breathe in the smoke of vengeance
Breathe out new fucking freedom.

                                         so isn't it great to find that you're really worth nothing?