Project Blaze
03-01-2010, 11:24 AM
There is nothing normal about me
I will always be different
My lifestyle, my exile
There will never be room for me in this world
A world cold, judgemental, and relentless
I cannot last much longer
My mind is my only retreat
I hear them whisper, conspire, and plot against me
Why do they persist?
I find myself alone and cast out of society
Gleefully they antagonize, point their fingers so happily
I try to remove myself, try to withdraw
Still they find me, and still they saw
I will always be different, that much is certain
Why I must be an outcast, that deserves contemplation
I will always be different
My lifestyle, my exile
There will never be room for me in this world
A world cold, judgemental, and relentless
I cannot last much longer
My mind is my only retreat
I hear them whisper, conspire, and plot against me
Why do they persist?
I find myself alone and cast out of society
Gleefully they antagonize, point their fingers so happily
I try to remove myself, try to withdraw
Still they find me, and still they saw
I will always be different, that much is certain
Why I must be an outcast, that deserves contemplation