As all of you go out at night
Another weekend passes by
Taking for granted what you have
When to be invited, I would die
The social outcast's role is played
By me myself and I
No, I exaggerate, that's too much
Im so alone I want to cry
I built up the courage one fateful day
Enough courage to ask and approach
What was wrong with me? What I'd done wrong
That I was treated like a ghost
All I got back was the sly remark
"Do you hear that strange buzzing sound"
Then whack! I was slapped, hard across the face
Next I was on the ground
I was kicked, beaten, left for dead
Sore and badly bruised
No one around to hear my cries
Against them I'd always lose
All I really want is to fit in
Be considered one of the gang
That seems impossible at this point
I'm best friends with the back of your hand
The worst part is I'll never know
Why I was the one that God picked
To be someone else's punching bag
And reciever of their kicks
I cry at night and lick my wounds
As another day passes by
The predator, the prey are all roles played
In the messed up circle of life
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
As all of you go out at night
Another weekend passes by
Taking for granted what you have
When to be invited, I would die
The social outcast's role is played
By me myself and I
No, I exaggerate, that's too much
Im so alone I want to cry
I built up the courage one fateful day
Enough courage to ask and approach
What was wrong with me? What I'd done wrong
That I was treated like a ghost
All I got back was the sly remark
"Do you hear that strange buzzing sound"
Then whack! I was slapped, hard across the face
Next I was on the ground
I was kicked, beaten, left for dead
Sore and badly bruised
No one around to hear my cries
Against them I'd always lose
All I really want is to fit in
Be considered one of the gang
That seems impossible at this point
I'm best friends with the back of your hand
The worst part is I'll never know
Why I was the one that God picked
To be someone else's punching bag
And reciever of their kicks
I cry at night and lick my wounds
As another day passes by
The predator, the prey are all roles played
In the messed up circle of life