When they steer at me from behind that tree
I know they think of what they see
I feel it so cold inside my head
OH how I wish they all were dead
They speak of me behind my back
Just because I love wearing black
My clothes are one thing but what about my mind
I know what they think, Iâ??m not blind
But I donâ??t care what they of all think
Or if they really love wearing pink
But its so deam annoying hearing whisper every day
Now I promise THEY WILL PAY
Ive newer had friends that were like me at all
I hope I get some before Im grey and cold
Maybe I hould die young and free
Cause who wold ever love some one like meâ?¦
