I’m the outcast of outcasts,
You May have heard my name,
awful people telling lies has been my claim to fame.
An outcast cast out to be away from all the rest,
Don’t they realize in friendship I always try my best?
I’m aware I’m not good at knowing what to say,
After all its always been this way.
I’m inexperienced with having friends I’ve never known what to do,
After a life of being alone you’d lose it too.
I’m sad and depressing I know it to be true,
But when you were sad I never left I wish I could say the same for you.
“You don’t try” they say maybe that’s how it seems,
But in the end being your friend has torn me at the seams.
You wonder why I act this way,
Why I never know what to say.
Maybe if I hadn’t been alone so long I’d act differently,
I want to act normally knowing how to be.
Do you think ignoring me and lying would ever help me grow, Obviously that’s untrue and a big fat no.
In the end I know I try and always put up with more than I can bare,
In the end I know you’re the one that doesn’t care.