Born This Way I was born this way Somber and blue God makes no mistakes? That cannot be true Could you explain Why he made me like this? Why i feel so plain And full of loneliness? Why I cannot follow The traditions of man? Why I'm forced to swallow The drugs in the can? I thought there was nothing That he never saw But this excludes me Why not break the law? Why not tell a lie Or not go to church Or endlessly cry Or endlessly hurt? Does he want me to suffer? Was I born to survive? I can't much this world offer. But I don't care; I'm not alive