I live in a world made up of rejects A world full people who are different than those perfects An odd habit here, a weird thought there I don't like it, and I know it's not fair But it is my home
And if you try to take me from my world, from my home As They are doing now I will make you scream, I will make you moan Because really the freaks that are my friends are the perfect ones And you are the rejects
So please, don't make me face the people who hate me Why are you doing this I had a good life at home And now I have to try To become "perfect" because of you Because of the house that you want to be my new home Because of the school that you want me to be in Because you want me to perfect
But I'm not
I tried to ryme but I failed in the last paragraph cuz its hard to get the point across when you HAVE to ryme