I’m covered in black. They wear the rainbow
They concoct the stories. I’m the inspiration
My fists give them bruises. Their nails give me scars
Their iPods play pop. My iPod plays punk
I fall for anti-sell-outs. They fall for girly boy bands
They agree with authority. I’m fully against it
I speak my mind. Their mouths stay shut
They fear the state of dirt. I play in the mud
I see the apocalypse. They see a utopia
Their dads make money. My dad makes drugs
My mum lives with God. Their mums live in country clubs
I don’t care for latest trends. They don’t care for last years taste
They’re desperate for acceptance. I’m desperate for minority
I’m a survivor of moshpits. They won’t stand a chance
They cheer for their boyfriends. I refuse to join in the “fun”
I go to school in stages. They use the school as a stage
Their cats prance through grass. My dog eats them alive
I strum my guitar. They scream like groupies
They’re the teacher’s pets. I’m the teacher’s nightmare
I’ll only eat from the garden. They’ll only eat fewer calories
They collect high heels. I collect ticket stumps
I indulge in BLUNT. They indulge in Dolly
They’re still under the limit. I get wasted easily
I devise plenty of insults. They’re running low on ideas
They like to hold peep shows. I never reveal any flesh
I’m hooked on Skins. They’re hooked on Project Runway
They travel by Porsche. I travel by skateboard
I’m waiting for the right one. They waiting for the right quality
They keep a torch by their beds. I’m not afraid of the dark
They’ll strut on the catwalk. I’ll rock out on stage
To me, they’re two-faced bitches. To them, I’m a freak of nature.
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