how am I any different
im a person
is it my country accent
is it my ripped up jeans
my oil stained shirt
maybe my mud boots
the music I listen to
what is it
why do you call me weird
is it the scars all over my body
because I fight to much
is it my torn up hands
my cut up body
what is it
please tell me
or is it my girl
the fact that
im the luckiest man alive
are you jealous
because im happy?
because she is happy?
because she has a baby?
well let me tell you something
ill treat that baby
like my very own
oh that's what this is about
well allow me to open your eyes
I love her and that baby
ill take care of them
ill raise her like I would my own
that's all I have to say
good bye