Just another Same Old day
Down the Same Old halls of Same Old grey
The Same Old peers, the Same Old jeers,
Which to most would bring, naught but tears,
The Same Old Pranks, Same people to thank
For these,
The pins on my chair, the gum in my hair, that hate filled stare...
But do i care?
No, cos i know that i'm no more than i can be
Don't want to be,
Just because they don't like what THEY see!
They think i should be someone else,
I don't agree
I won't change you see, even alone at least i'm free
I can't... i won't compromise on being me!
