Now I know what it feels like
To be left on the ground
To remain faceless
In the background
To defend my case
To be a part society
Now I have my taste
They say "she's being bullied
But it will pass"
When they don't even get
That "she's" an outcast
Want it so bad
To be part of the crowd
But then I realize
That they must be proud
Because they walk around preaching
"live out loud"
But then they mute me
For being allowed
In the world, yes
they must be proud
Wonder who gets the trophy
For knockin' me out
