What happened to something good will come.
Haven't I lost the game of life enough
Lifes a game
And i guess i wasn't as ready as i thought
To play

Im stuck in a body i dont want
Im sick of getting made fun of
Im sick of the questions and the whispers
Im told not to let it get to me
How does bullying not affect people?

I have nightmares often
About the future 
And what ive become.
But the future seems black
And its hard to think positive
But theres no turning back

Tomorrow scares me
As much as the next 5 minutes do
Because anything can happen
In the blink of an eye
One second youre fine
The others theres tears streaming down your face
And you've made yet again another mistake.