This is the way I always have been:
From a stormy childhood to my late 18.
Time has passed, but pain is all I see
and only a few do believe in me.
It's frustrating to be open,
to explain, to try,
if they say that you're some spoiled kid,
that all you say is a lie.
I'm not lying, every day is a fight,
It's not a bad attitude,
Something's just NOT RIGHT.