Don't belive them what they tell you you are..

... And I don't give a fuck about a restart, I don't give a fuck about a damn second chance when someone always left me back down, people never change.

I'm atrociously?
What I did is nothing in compare to what you did to me!
I'm a liar?
Start realising the truth!
I'm hatred?
See who's left when I turn my back on you now!
I'm a fool?
Oh nice to know that I'm the guilty one while you treated me like shit!
I'm untrustworthy?
Go and drown in your lies!
I'm strange?
At least I don't act like someone I will never be!


Start facing the truth, I don't take part in your wicked games anymore, go and cry about it.

getting creative:

I don't smile, because I have no reason to.
Everyone expects me to be fine, the don't even ask if something's wrong, they take it for granted that everythings alright.
No one would accept if I'd say that I'm NOT  fine and NOTHING  is alright and I am tired of pretending it is.
All those society zombies with their fake smiles and their optimism, they make me sick.
It's so hard to notice that nothing is fine at all, but it is even harder trying to act like it is.

Oh, how I love these autumn nights