Partly I'm kind of an outcast
but I'll tell you,I have a lot of cash
People telling me to buy this and that
gullible as it seems
It may always be the trick that kills
An outcast to the world
a being tricked by everyone
As true friendship hurled
Fake smiles in the front row
Nothing sure of the back row
Nothing sure of the people around you
Backstabbing at the back of you
Changing attitudes of the hues
over and overly used
technically just being abused
An outcast where I can see no friends
inside a battle alone and no defense
Changing attitudes of the hues
Raging heartaches of an abused
Now and then I'm with the blues
Time to defend myself
I'm taking the bulls by its horns
just like a withered rose rising up
to grow its torns
Raging heartache of an abused.
