Dieing To Be. . .

I don't know whats wrong with me.
I'm dieing to scream.
Dieing to leave.
Dieing to be. . . me.

In this place I call home,
I'm shun for being who I am.
For being what their not.
This has to stop.

Everyone must be the same.
Follow the same routine.
It's enough to make you want to scream.
It's drivin me insaine.

I'm going to get them back.
I will NOT follow in their tracks.
So don't be affraid to be you.
Of who you may be or what you used to.

Were the ones that lead the pack.
And we will not turn back.
A new age is dawning.
And i can finally see the sun shining.

They laugh at us because were all different. . laugh at THEM for all being the same.