there was a point where I was so good at lying, so good at crying and pleading my case and my
parents didn’t know but I was kinda a disgrace as I moaned and groaned about the headaches I had because my friends at school wouldn’t
pay attention otherwise and I wanted the attention that I couldn’t find anywhere else
so I changed the way I talked
and I changed the way I dressed and each day I
was less and less and less to the point I didn’t even know what I would do
it sounds very sad and guess what, it’s true or
is it just what I choose to tell you?