• O desprite spite for darkened nights
    that bring us to our deepest frights
    to be alone and to be cold
    not to have a hand to hold
    to loose a friend
    to meet your end
    and even now we still pretend
    to be alright to be ok
    because we're afraid of what they'll say
    but who are they to judge me
    I'll be what I want to be
    I'll fight my fears and I'll stand strong
    I'll be who i've been all along
    to wear a heart on your sleeve
    is not the thing that makes you week
    what makes us that is not to try
    to whine and never be alive
    so i say to you have your fears
    but never let them keep you here