I try so hard to be myself
But I keep on failing
Everyone keeps mocking me
For what I bring
Someone asked me
How do I feel
And I just said nothing
Sometimes I can't control my sadness
Being locked inside
I try to be my very best
But it does not subside
A man with two cameras in each hand
Takes a photograph
I want to know what he demands
But he just stares with wrath
I look to the sky
To see my
Favorite lie
You asked me how I felt
Well I feel nothing now
Maybe I feel like I will melt
So you ask me how I feel
And you get nothing real
I cannot take it
I don't want to throw a fit
A man with two cameras in each hand
Takes a photograph
I want to know what he demands
But he just stares with wrath
He looks at me and calls my name
He says he can give me fame
A response of yes has came
He said he would've done the same
He takes my picture
Says I look great
But what did he capture
Nothing but fate
