The Outcast I don't like what I've become.
I isolate myself in my imaginary world,
Where everyone's different and accepted,
For who they are
No one tries to reach me.
In their eyes, I'm just a troubled girl,
A purpled haired freak child,
In a dress, trying to belong.

Music plays in a room,
A beautiful lit up room
where I don't belong,
Where everyone looks the same
Where it should be dark.
It's too depressing
Everyone of them's the same
No one's an individual
I wouldn't like to fit in.

A lot of things happening in my head
My thoughts are confusing
I don't want to think anymore...