Bleeding, So profusely from my lips. Every day, Just to fit in. Vomit Of lies and elaborations. Just enough To get a fucking rise. I used to have "friends" And I had enemys More than I could count. Now I just have Those on my level and, Those who I've left Far Behind i'm an outcast cause i'm not fucked up in the head i used to be cool but now i'm straight edge i'm a loser cause my my minds not dead i used to be cool but now i'm straight edge Screaming, Just to stand out. Painted, For my friends. Rise up, Raise your fists in the air. Just enough, to be counted.