Rage.

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

keep your head high

want to see home, look at the sky

remember your not strange

but you are not the same

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