Different
I've always been a different one,
The one who points an empty gun.
Pointing out the random things,
Wondering how our freedom rings.
I ask all the weird questions.
Not the normal who or why,
But where did they get it,
Did it just come out of their eyes?!
I think to hard,
And I have no issues.
I never cry,
And am almost never forced to lie.
Goodbyes I rarely have to make,
While others sit or lie awake,
Thinking their the only one with problems.
Well let me point out the unthought-of side,
Am I the only one without a cry?
I have no real tears or pain,
And my emotions are far from sane.
I'm just a loud, young kid,
One who may never grow up to be a mother.
And if I shall be,
I'll be like no other.
But others scream in sadness,
Or gripe in madness.
And I sit at home,
Feeling well no doubt.
And I'll ask myself,
Am I the only one without problems?
Apparently so,
Everyone is in the know,
So to keep me in check,
Bullies make my life heck.
They can't accept I feel better than they do,
And I am the only they can't relate too.
So my dark apparel sets them off,
Labeling me as depressing and Goth.
But no,
I'm just like no other.
I'm a happy, lunatic, slap happy, moron
The one who points an empty gun.
Pointing out the random things,
Wondering how our freedom rings.
I ask all the weird questions.
Not the normal who or why,
But where did they get it,
Did it just come out of their eyes?!
I think to hard,
And I have no issues.
I never cry,
And am almost never forced to lie.
Goodbyes I rarely have to make,
While others sit or lie awake,
Thinking their the only one with problems.
Well let me point out the unthought-of side,
Am I the only one without a cry?
I have no real tears or pain,
And my emotions are far from sane.
I'm just a loud, young kid,
One who may never grow up to be a mother.
And if I shall be,
I'll be like no other.
But others scream in sadness,
Or gripe in madness.
And I sit at home,
Feeling well no doubt.
And I'll ask myself,
Am I the only one without problems?
Apparently so,
Everyone is in the know,
So to keep me in check,
Bullies make my life heck.
They can't accept I feel better than they do,
And I am the only they can't relate too.
So my dark apparel sets them off,
Labeling me as depressing and Goth.
But no,
I'm just like no other.
I'm a happy, lunatic, slap happy, moron