There's a written rule book,
That tells me how to be,
To talk or do things,
That everyone likes.

So I left this world,
Started living in my own little world,
I was not lonely,
I was powerful.

The writers of the book said,
You're not beautiful,
You're different,
You don't fit here.
It's good that you're gone.

But it was not a matter,
I left this world of rules for myself.
Here I was not being twisted,
To fit someone's image.

I was more than beautiful here,
My beauty was not limited to a word,
It was beyond the word beautiful.

The world behind this rule book is much more different,
I'm who I'm,
I'm the king I'm the queen,
It's much more great than fitting in something for someone else.