People call her weird

But it's herself who she really fears

"Her style is whack because she wears all black"

But little do they know, she's on Prozac

 

The boy who goes home

Whose surrounded by people

But still feels alone

A one man band, that no one can understand

Pencil in his right hand and gun in his left hand

 

A girl screams, but no one hears her

When she looks in the mirror

With innocent eyes

She hates what she sees, so she breaks down and cries

 

Her body is filled with bumps and bruises

At the game of life, she always looses

Her family's heart's will be torn

But she's ready to win, so she turns to porn

 

Others you can't critique

Because no one is perfect

And we're all unique

 

You never know the pain that lies

Behind someone's somiling eyes

 

You don't know if they've been through the mud

So do them a favor, and just don't judge