My eyes are aching… I should be sleeping but I’m not.
I’m some kind of rebel – you could say that I’m some kind of rot.
A dent on the body of the being they call “normal”
I guess it’s ok coz weird is what I call normal.
I’d rather die, jump off of a building so I could fly
For a little then die than just get by
Doing nothing awesome, doing nothing at all inspiring
Because trying to fit in is only much more tiring
Than being different – which is what we were meant to be.
What we need to be; to be truly free.
We’re all unique, more so than our fingerprints.
Like it or not, each one of us is totally different.