A rainy day, a sad start
Running for cover, not a trace of notice
An empty shelter, a place to be alone
Seeing everyone's happy faces, except mine
Being alone with my head in my hands
Tears running down my cheeks
Like shallow creeks with a shallow streamline
People come and pass I say I'll be fine
I feel like I'm too different
Like I'm the only person left of my kind.
I never feel important
Yeah, like anyone cares

As I walk home from school
I realised that sometimes it's ok
Being different to everyone is meant to be a good thing
Some people just have to realise it in their own way
I now feel happy about what I can do
Because I could never think, act or do anything like anyone else could do.
And now I realise that makes me, me