I don't know how I got this way.
Everyone is always asking me,
and i just end up running and screaming.
I gotta break away from my habits.
I have to many cruel addictions.
Yet, I can never tell anyone.
Which tears me up even more.
I need to break away from my old ways.
I'm swiping the slate clean.
Three months later I'm back at school.
All the teachers say how I'm different.
They say I'm more mature.
Well how would they know?
They never knew the real me.
All they did was prejudge me.
They saw me, but not the real me.
The fights, and yelling, that wasn't really me, that's just my bad side.
It's not me!
They just do not understand why I was that way,
Hence do I think they would want to know about me.
It's not like they would care.
Just let me be.
Let me finish this school year.
Without pity, nor sympathy,
I don't want that. I DON'T NEED THAT.
I know I'm not normal and I like it that way.
'Cause all my life they've tried to change me.
But I'm not the screwed up ones, it's you!
