I may not be close to being a good friend
We both may not blend
But with the others you do
You know the ones you choose
You all mix like you're the same
May as well all have the same name
Is that why I'm at the bottom not close
Because I'm wearing the wrong clothes?
You all got the same plans in mind
Any other isn't your kind
I can watch you all look down on others
knowing when there's someone new you don't even bother
Why? I don't know why
See I've give up on trying
I'll just let everything be
Until you open your eyes and see
Understand what it's like in others shoes
Shoes that aren't ones that you choose
Tell me how differently it is
To look up at someone who's got everything on your list
But your in the opposite position looking up
As much as you try you still can't pick everything up
Do you understand how it feels now?
Or should I just scream these words at you until you know what I'm talking about?
