You did this

I should say , you made me this way , 
And I should say , you made me this way. 

Cause you said , better use your head , better grow a pair ,
So when I did ,
I thought , talked and walked with the wrong,
Just wanted to get ahead ,
Now my bed is laid with skeletons buried with black roses ,
No blushing from this flower. 

And even when I put it out ,
It's thrown back ,
They wanted to send me to them ,
They wanted to take away my rights ,
They wanted me to inform ,
They need me to conform ,

No ,
And I hear you , heard you , 
You're pissing me off ,
And I'll put a smile ,
But thank you , you'll by my muse ,
You'll be the dead walking through the stroke of a paint brush ,
And I'll brush it off ,
Cause your opinion ,
Call it dirt ,
While I walk over it ,

Cause you made me this way , I should say ,
Cause you made me this way , I should say,

But in reality I was already like this ,
You just brought it out