I'm a strange and secluded person, I know that now.
I wouldn't change,
For this sex driven world,
I embrace it, I am strange.
Peculiar by all means,
A girl who doesn't know, doesn't think.
I keep to myself,
My weird fantasies only for me to myself share.
In reality, I don't know who's strange anymore,
Them, so perky and brainwashed,
Or me,
The old soul that hardly opens up.