Pensive. Something About The Stars. Another Unknown Tragedy. Zeneszám

Getting beat up one more time
Pushed to the back of every line
When will it end (Will it end).

Ditching school to save my ass
Scared to walk out of class
This has to end (Has to end).

You don't know what it's like
You don't know how I feel at night
You don't know, you never will
Don't tell me how I'm supposed to feel.

Every day is just the same
Nobody in this world knows my name
(I feel so stupid sometimes).

Some things I don't understand
I'm doing the best that I can
(Why is this so hard for me).

You don't know what it's like
You don't know how I feel at night
You don't know, you never will
Don't tell me how I'm supposed to feel