Nothing but truth

I'm sick of people.
I just want to take a notebook, pen and leave.
I want to go somewhere where I can live my own life.
Not up to anyone else's expectations.
Not living in someone else's dream,
but instead living my own.
I want to run until I find someplace where I am accepted.
Where a test doesn't define me as a person,
where what mattered were morality and integrity.
Where people weren't always shallow.
Where people could look past themselves.
Somewhere where trust mattered.
Where people didn't look at you and judge you as a person.
God, I just wish people weren't so cruel.
Where love really conquered all.
Where people could accept other people for who they are.
People are so shallow.
People are so shallow.
People are so shallow.

You know, in the end people will love you for who you are? Right?
Maybe that is true.
But each day I feel like I am slowly falling down.
The world is cruel.

You're the only thing holding me together,
but really, you are the thing that's tearing me apart.