I was so much an outcast,
no one ever liked me "cause I wasn"t wanted.
I was so different from the rest of "em all
fucked up on the drugs, from all the speed
and I never got no sleep
"cause I kept on trippin" over what they said
and everything that my mom said made me mad
and everything that my dad said made me sad.
Chrous:
Why am I even trying?
I"m crying it out, I"m crying it out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
spinning "round, spinning "round
I"ve fallen down
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
you keep shootin" those glances
relating to the rawness of a fuckin lost kid
trying so hard to become just like me
talk like me, walk like me
you keep tripping on everything i wear
everytime I swear, even when it comes to my hair
it seems like you don"t have the time to relate to my kind
I"m not a dumb fool in your life
