Wake up in the morning to nothing but the still
I turn on my music and the cold gives me a chill.
Strap on the shoes that I am forced to wear
walk out in the dim light, run my fingers through my hair.
Each passing i look at my self in the mirror and i know who i see
I hang out with the people, the only one not a person is me.
This is my place and my choice
They ignore me, listen to only my own voice
Why are these people here.
Im not the one who doesnt belong here,
Here doesn't belong with me.