I don't care,
all the same people seem to glare.
the way they whisper,
the way I'm here.
they look at me as a freak,
i don't wanna find the answers they seek.
to walk away an hear them say,
that chick is not okay,
an her life is really gay.
don't remind me,
that its just us three.
sitting here because we don't care,
what they think of us and what we wear.
the way they hate our music,
were still gonna listen.
the way they see that many of us have no gods,
its a choice..which we chose..we make our own laws.
so we can just smile,
an say we don't care.
