White tears fake queers
Danny Denial Lyrics

Am I an experiment
Am I just a subject for your curiosity?

Or do I really exist
Do I have genuine value, or am I merely a figment of your imagination?

Am I your amusement
Am I just something for you to entertain yourself with?

I thought these trix were for kids
I believed these manipulative games were something immature people engaged in.

You want them to notice
You're seeking attention from others.

Make them roll around in bed
You want them to engage in chaotic and reckless sexual behavior.

Fuck who they took home
Forget the person they left with; you're the one they really desire.

Secretly wanting you instead
Despite appearances, their true passion lies with you.

They see a faggot
They perceive me through a derogatory lens.

You need to get it through your head
You must understand this harsh reality.

They don't like you
The harsh truth is that they harbor disdain for you.

They don't like you
This dislike is pervasive.

They all want you dead
Their hatred is so deep that they wish for your annihilation.

So why am I still here?
What reason do I have to endure in this hostile environment?

Why am I still here?
This question reflects my existential struggle.

So why am I still here?
Am I clinging to something that isn't worth it?

Why am I still here?
Am I futilely hoping for acceptance?

Bring your guitar to the party!
Let's make this gathering entertaining and lively.

Tonight you'll wear the crown of clowns
You'll be the centerpiece of foolishness tonight.

Liquor you up till you're stupid
We'll intoxicate you to the point of losing your inhibitions.

We'll photograph you falling down
Your degradation will be captured for amusement.

I'm not your experiment
I refuse to be used for your entertainment or study.

Been down this road before
I've experienced this manipulation previously.

Took a turn at self-loathing
This path led me to deep self-hatred.

It fucked me to the core
This experience profoundly damaged me emotionally.

I'm not an experience
I won't be relegated to just a life event for you.

That you can put into a song
I refuse to be reduced to mere lyrics in your narrative.

You don't like me
Your façade of affection is shallow—you truly dislike me.

You don't like me
This sentiment is sadly reciprocated.

You string me along
You keep me on a leash, leading me to false hope.

So why do I still care??
Despite the pain, why do I still hold on to this?

Why do I still care??
I question the value of my feelings.

So why do I still care??
What compels me to maintain this emotional investment?

Why do I still care??
Why do I allow myself to be vulnerable to hurt?

You want them to notice
You desire the spotlight on you.

Make them roll around in bed
You aim to incite reckless and careless behavior.

Fuck who they took home
They might have left with someone else, but you linger in their thoughts.

Secretly wanting you instead
Their true affection is hidden but directed at you.

They see a faggot
They view me through a prejudiced and narrow-minded lens.

You need to get it through your head
It's imperative that you understand this bitterness.

They don't like you
You need to recognize their disdain for you.

They don't like you
The animosity is clear and undeniable.

They all want you dead
Their contempt is so intense that they envision your demise.

They don't like you
This sentiment of hate is echoed repeatedly.

They don't like you
Their hostility is unrelenting.

They all want you dead
The collective sentiment is violent.

They don't like you
Again, the point is made about their disdain.

They don't like you
The repetition of this hatred signifies a pattern.

They all want you dead
Their unspoken wish for your end is chilling.

They don't like you
More affirmations of their negative feelings towards you.

They don't like you
Reiterating the constant dislike they harbor.

They all want you dead
Their hostility amounts to a death wish.

They don't like you
This truth keeps coming back, echoing in your mind.

They don't like you
This sentiment continues to be acknowledged.

They all want you dead
A chilling reminder of how deep their animosity runs.

DEAD!
A stark culmination of their extreme hatred.

Don't say you love me
Please refrain from pretending to have affection for me.

Every time you see me
Your empty declarations surface whenever you encounter me.

I won't remember
These insincere words will not stay with me.

The next time
I won't hold onto this moment for future reflection.