You perverted me.

All I ever want is to be happy.
Try as I might.
I always get an F in happiness.

There's always something wrong, something amiss....something foul.
It's me..it's always me you say.

I'm not here to bog you down..but you bog me down with lies, created to make me feel better.

You perverted me, and it's my fault.
It's my fault for trusting you.

You can count on me, but when I need you....you're nowhere to be found.
Everything is about you, and I'm just a by-product of your existence.

I'll never let go...but if you had your way, you'd let me fall.
Nobody will ever understand my way.
If you don't like what I say, I'm avoided and lied to.
You've never let me felt what it's like to be human.

I am perverted, because you forced me to feel artificial.