Aliens in school are lavishly staring at me,
It feels like they really know more about me.
Aliens in school are secretly talking about me,
It feels like I’m a sweet chill music of anybody.
Aliens in school don’t like me that much,
It feels like I can’t please them because I can’t be so such.
Aliens in school are horrendously dissing me in brash.
It feels like I can’t make good things in just a single brush.
But whatever those aliens say about me,
I just love how these things run supposed to be.
And whatever those aliens talk something about my life,
I’m still happy to stand though they are like my creepy knife.
I can’t be so sorry because this is me,
I just love how I show shit things in reality.
I can’t be so sorry because I can’t please them,
I just so love myself because I’m not as weirdo as them.
