September 2009
August 2009
my father left me lonely, lonely in my room
i-i meen me up on the moon
entertain myself, laughed at myself
as i grew to be a teen i disguised myself
had the lowest self esteem, especially with the girls
tried every sport just to impress al the girls
instead of all the ladies, cuz they talk down
i was too artsy known to be a clown
i get up early everyday of this week(including today) and help out yet today im stilled called a “lazy a**”
smh, i need to get the hell out of here….asap
I’m so f*ckin wack
but i’m so f*ckin dope
and people dont like my sh*t
but i dont give a f*ck if they dont
i’m just doin me, somebody out there could relate
so scared of “different” all they could do is just hate
and next year they’ll love it, by then it’ll be to late
ima be brand new wit it, somethin brand new to hate
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keep your head high
want to see home, look at the sky
remember your not strange
but you are not the same
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They can’t comprehend
or even come close to understanding him
I guess if I was boring they would love me more
I guess if I was simple in the mind everything would be fine
maybe if I was a jerk to girls
instead of being nice and speaking kind words
then maybe it would be ok to say then
I wasnt a good guy to begin with