Blending in,
but sticking out,
trying to fit in,
but in failing,
there's no doubt.
I don't mean to,
I don't know why,
but every time,
I'm in this place,
I'd rather just cry.
An internel reject,
different at heart,
it's what's on the inside,
that sets me apart.
You all give me those look,
like I don't belong.
Is this why. . .
the caged bird sings her song?
but sticking out,
trying to fit in,
but in failing,
there's no doubt.
I don't mean to,
I don't know why,
but every time,
I'm in this place,
I'd rather just cry.
An internel reject,
different at heart,
it's what's on the inside,
that sets me apart.
You all give me those look,
like I don't belong.
Is this why. . .
the caged bird sings her song?