I'm too tired to breathe this morning.
Tell me, am I still the lesser mortal?
Because I think I've mentioned before,
I don't die.
Do you know that I'd like it
To not be a stereotype
That I came onto this planet
And knew something was not right?

Yes, I'm not dying,
But each breath is hard to take.
Oh, do you blame me?
For what I suffered at age eight?
But I'm not dying,
Though my life has gone that way.

I watch these days as they kill my time.
No, I am not wondering, "Who am I?"
And I can't say you don't know who I am
Because I'm sure you've got a good idea,
And I'm quite ashamed of that for sure,
But I am being judged by planet Earth.
And it's getting to me, I can tell,
But I know I can't kill myself.

Yes, I'm not dying,
But each breath is hard to take.
Oh, do you blame me?
For what I suffered at age eight?
But I'm not dying,
Though my life has gone that way.

Yes, my life has gone that way.