Remembering the Memories

Maybe on the Outside

Why can't we find guys who love us for who we are.

Not for the clothes we buy or the makeup or the way our hair is styled

Not for the way that we walk, talk, or dress.

I wish that guys didn't judge by what we looked like, but instead for who we really are.

Because maybe our clothes aren't the best, maybe we don't wear makeup and maybe we don't style our hair.

Maybe we don't want to be known or labeled by the way that we dress.

Maybe we want to be labeled by who we really are and what we stand for.

Maybe we'd rather be left alone then pestered and labeled.

Maybe we want to rip off the label given to us because maybe it means nothing to us.

Maybe you've labeled me all wrong.

Maybe you thought

Because maybe our clothes aren't the best, maybe we don't wear makeup and maybe we don't style our hair.

Maybe we don't want to be known or labeled by the way that we dress.

Maybe we want to be labeled by who we really are and what we stand for.

Maybe our faith means more to us then a label.

Maybe our looks don't mean anything to us.

 that I was popular, or a geek or a jerk.

Maybe I don't really care what you think.

Maybe I'm just putting up with you because I know that I only have 3 more years left with you.

Maybe I like youand just can't seem to get the guts to talk to you.

Maybe this is how the world should be.

No labels

No populars

No outsiders looking in wishing they could be just like that

Maybe the world is different from the inside

Maybe I only see it this way because I'm on the outside looking in.

Maybe from the inside the world is perfect and flawless

Maybe on the inside the girl always gets the guy

But on the outside it's different

On the outside you have to try and impress the guy

On the outside the guy donesn't always fall for the girl

On the outside not everything is black and white

On the outside the world is gray

The gray area is the broken, the rejected and the lost. The outdsiders and the banished, the broken hearted and the suicidal, The retards and the geniuses.

That is the outside

Welcome to my world Princess.