why do you look at me that way
staring at the paint on my nails 
the only thing your little mind can mutter is "gay"
i've walked this path before these are wellworn trails

so my nails are black and soul is dead
so what are you staring at
for my life you wouldn't even get out of bed
but in that room i sat

full of poeple like you
the ones you want to beat with a baeball bat
yes they were staring too
so what the fuck are you staring at

so what my nails are a different shade
does that make me emo or gay
well your so much better, want to trade
like hell ill trade someone who looked at me that way

im not so different
from him, her, or you
except i have the ability to repent
believ it or not i feel sorry for you too