Dear Mother and Father, if you’re reading this now 
You probably just got home from God Knows where 
And Went into my room to tell me 
How tired you both are and how tired I make you both 
Seem to think, I’m a problem to solve 
But I don’t want to be this thing that has to 
Step over glass to prove, I’m not always wrong 
It’s not my fault I was born 
I tried to tear off my own skin and only made you confused 
Well, I am confused too; you act like you never use to 
Hit me in anger, you broke my belief in [bad word] or safety or sense of relief 
You, you called me a liar, you called me a thief 
I [bad word] for my life, I’d rather live in the street 
You never listened to me; you only hear what you want to hear 

Remember the dream that I told you I had 
With the old man with the jacket, that had a navy patch 
I [bad word] myself for a year; you said it’s only a dream 
You have to grow up sometime; you have to be a man like me 
man like you who sticks his head in the sand to disappear 
Who thinks the danger goes away, if you can’t see the things you fear 
If I could be a man like that I’d stay and force you 
To ignore all of these burns on my skin, that you confuse with discipline 
I won’t destroy your illusion, destroy your mystic 
You’ll have to learn to live without one more unfortunate freak 
You, You called me a loser, you called me sick 
I’d get more love in the street, get more affection sucking [bad word] 
You never listened to me; you only hear what you want to hear 

I will not take my own life to validate what you have done 
Won’t let the sins of the Father [bad word] those of the son 
You, you called me depressive, you called me weak 
You’re better off without the love of this unfortunate freak 
You never listened to me; someone will listen to me 
Someone will listen to me 
Someone will…listen to me 
Someone will listen to me 
Someone will listen to me 
Someone will listen to me 
Someone will listen to me 
Someone Will….