Who am I?
No matter how hard I try
I cannot find the real me
Whoever I am supposed to be
If I stand out
Without a doubt
I shall be hated
It is fated
But if I fit in
Im not right in my skin
Because then I am the same
Which makes me feel kinda lame
Because nothing ever feels right
'Cos i consantly feel like I'm a ghastly sight
I guess I'm just not mentally with it
But then again I'm alive with teen spirit
