Panic!

Why can't I sit in my 1st hour without worrying my teacher hates me? Why do I hold my breath walking down the hall to the next class as if it'll fend off all the hateful glances Why does sitting next to you in band make me want to Panic? Why does sitting next you you in band make me want to kill myself? Why, why am I so hurt by something I did? Why don't you hate me for what I've done? Why are you still Here? Why can't you have me like everyone else. You must love a flighty girl A monster in disguise The pain I've caused you countless times The lies where I said I'm fine You must love me denying every single one of your compliments. The way I deny how you see I'm the sky When really I'm hellspawn When really I'm ugly on the inside too When really im a train wreck a plane crash and the Vegas shooting personified. Why are you still Here? Hate me and move on. Like a good boy.