Walking down the street Minding my own business Not trying to start anything Just lost in my own thoughts Hearing the whispers Feeling the stares Like every other day But this one's different A group of kids Smirks on their faces Dressed in expensive stuff I'd never wear They stop me on their own I say not a word They smirk and laugh They say I'm a circus freak Go back to hell, freak, I try not to react Can't do it Tell them to go fuck themselves The smirks disappear It was okay when they were talking But when I open my mouth It's not okay I'm just the freak It's okay to laugh, because I'm not like them Fists close, eyes narrow All eyes are on me And no one's around But me and these assholes
"And no one's around But me and these assholes" i like it haha. ppl have always made something about with the way i dress, but im EVERYWHERE so they just embrace it or deal with it i dunno lol
