Everyone says to keep your head up; but my head is too heavy to hold.

Everyone says to be this way; but my body won’t fit in the mold.

Everyone shows the way to act; but it seems to be a clumsy form.

Everyone says if you don’t do this, you couldn’t be farther from the norm.

Everyone says that colors are your friend; but I prefer monotone.

Everyone says to rely on luxury; but I feel I can’t stay at home.

Everyone says to dress this way; but my style couldn’t be stranger.

Everyone says to show your feelings; but no one likes my anger.

Life tells you to judge everyone that’s not like this; but I’m not like that anyway.

Life tells you to leave the strange ones behind; but I’ll take D&D over perfume any day.

Life tells you to exchange the bad for the good; but I can’t seem to get rid of it all.

Life tells you to be a “damsel in distress”; but I’m tough, even if I’m small.

Life tells you to accept things as they happen; but I can’t accept my past.

Life tells you to move on when love leaves; but I thought love was meant to last.

Love told me that it’s come and gone, a grand exit with a bow;

And I’m starting to think so too, because I hurt too much to care now.