Stepped in the room, and the air just changed Welcome to my world, where I'm always hated They try to tell me my friends ain't real, ain't true But I see the good in them, clearer than you I smile like I fit, even when I don't Stay a little longer, maybe you won't Catch the way I talk too fast, the way I fold My hands in my sleeves when the room gets cold I keep showing up with a cracked-up grin Hoping somebody here lets me in I am a good person walking around like i like the place even tho I do not i would love that people would like me like my parents and friends|end_edit|
