I live in a world made up of rejects
A world full people who are different than those perfects
An odd habit here, a weird thought there
I don't like it, and I know it's not fair
But it is my home
And if you try to take me from my world, from my home
As They are doing now
I will make you scream, I will make you moan
Because really the freaks that are my friends are the perfect ones
And you are the rejects
So please, don't make me face the people who hate me
Why are you doing this
I had a good life at home
And now I have to try
To become "perfect" because of you
Because of the house that you want to be my new home
Because of the school that you want me to be in
Because you want me to perfect
But I'm not
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 5:12 PM UTC
I live in a world made up of rejects
A world full people who are different than those perfects
An odd habit here, a weird thought there
I don't like it, and I know it's not fair
But it is my home
And if you try to take me from my world, from my home
As They are doing now
I will make you scream, I will make you moan
Because really the freaks that are my friends are the perfect ones
And you are the rejects
So please, don't make me face the people who hate me
Why are you doing this
I had a good life at home
And now I have to try
To become "perfect" because of you
Because of the house that you want to be my new home
Because of the school that you want me to be in
Because you want me to perfect
But I'm not
I tried to ryme but I failed in the last paragraph cuz its hard to get the point across when you HAVE to ryme
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