You don’t care what you say
Or that you’re hurting me
You just say what you think
That you don’t like What you see
And all I’m trying to say
Is let me be myself
Don’t hide me away or
Make me sit on a shelf
You say I’m odd or strange
That I’m the only one
On God’s green earth
Or under the sun
You really should say county
‘Cause that’ s all you’re looking at
You are always telling me
No one else dresses like that
Hell we live with the Amish
They are unusual too
But you don’t mind them
It is just what I do
We go out together
Which we hardly do
I have to walk far behind
And stay away from you
Something tells me that
If you cared at all
You wouldn’t mind how
I look or what you saw
You’ d love me with
My wild spiked purple hair
And no matter what I
Wore you wouldn’t care
IF only I could call
You Mom in public
Without embarrassing you
Or making you sick
So I stay in the house
And I hardly go out
It is all your fault
I want to scream and shoot
From your point of View
I haven’ t got a friend
So what’s the point of living
It might as well all end
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