It's damn hard to be born a little different
When I'm actually not strange at all
They hide me away so no one can see
They think it's a f*cking disease
Sometimes it's too cold sometimes it's too warm
It's too little to recieve
Im hidden away, I run in the woods
But they get me all the time
Is it my faith, or is it just my time to die?
They teach me nothing, life is unfair
Not a single person seems to care
I run away and run away again
Most because of my lack of health
They don't understand that my escape is a last cry for help
I try to escape, I run in the woods
But they get me all the time
Is it my faith, or is it just my time to die?
Is it my faith, or is it just my time to die
My time to die