The Worlds We'll Never Know

Outcast's Wonderland

I'm so unique.
Seems there's no one quite like me.
Course, that's just a lie. In fact, we're all alike. It's sad but true. Listening to music, beats pounding out the headphones to my brain.
Hair dyed to stand out but it just blends with the crowd.
Sterling silver piercings, skull and chain earrings, I'm a piece of trash.
Going to lunch in this tax payed prison.
You're either in or you're out, so much to worry about, but it doesn't bother me.
My group's full of emotion. People from every circle come and huddle around.
But it's not like I would know.
No one talks to me. Except the girl who looks like she's from TV.
See, we both have style, edgy not mild. In here we set the pace.
But at home the story's different.
I try to be hidden.
They never realized if their missing an ounce or a drop.
But it's never just enough.