It's hard to be happy in a world thats not made for him,
Where there is no place for him,
When he doesn't even know who he really is.
Afraid of the truth,
Because the lies are less painful.
He plays and pretends that everything is alright,
When in reality he cries every night.
He is tired of fitting in,
He just wants to be real,
Even if he loses every friend,
At least he will be the happiest he has ever been.