It gets better

I don't see myself making it to high school graduation, 

I'm nothing more than an abomination. 

With pimply skin and frizzy hair, I guess I am just a scare.

Eyes full of sorrow and despair, I kind of just want to disappear. 

Leave behind all the sin, just letting the Devil win.

Broken and battered, no time to unravel, what choice do I have

But to end the battle?

I made it to high school graduation.

I walked down the aisle, with a smile. 

Wielding the sword, I slashed through the battle, desperately trying to free the sorrow.

I beat the Devil and burned his temple.

I stepped on his tail and earned my bail.

I see myself graduating from college.

With pimply skin and frizzy hair, nothing can ever compare.

Eyes full of flair, there's no harm in the air. 

I no longer sin, God for the win.

Awoken and alive, I will forever strive, what choice do I have

But to continue the battle.