It's allowed to differ through the crowd
By appearance
By ability
By voice
It gets difficult when personality comes to play
I have always felt bad for the grasshopper
He seemed to be the odd one out
In the real world if I had worked everyday
I'd eventually pass out
O how I hate being different in that way
There's not a soul who can relate
And even when I try to change
I'm done by minute eight
When it's time for everyone to sleep
I'm the one still awake
If you needed someone for venting
I'll be there like the fish in the lake
When everyone becomes silent
I'm always the one to shout
I feel bad for the talkative boy
All he is is misunderstood now
When all you want is to have fun
In a world full of serious
Any of that is cringe
It's better to stay mysterious