| I wear my safety pins, so that I might be able to fit in. My hair is blue and my nails are black, I only wear one strap on my backpack. I wear Vans canvas shoes and walk around pretending to be blue, I have a skateboard that I don't know how to use, My nose is pierced and my eyes are lined, I have my haired spiked in straight lines, My shirt reads Good Charlotte my dickies have an Ataris patch, I watch you all and wait for the catch, My note book reads of vurses I don't understand, But I pretend, Yeah I pretend to know them, I show up at the concert in my bondage flannel pants with my little hoodie, I cuss and flip the old men off just to prove I'm not a goodie-goodie, I say I represent that I'm all about the scene, But I haven't the slightest clue what any of it means, I downloaded a song now I think I'm the shit, Cuz I got my ass kicked in a moshpit, It's cool to have tattoos even though I don't believe in them, It's cool to go and pierce my perfect little chin, Lying to the world that we're not innocent children, I strike back at all the boybands, And proclaim a war agaist them, Yet secretly I stare at Justin, and buy their latest album, I watch TRL yet call myself a juggalo, I have a crush on Lance back and dance in my room to J-Lo, I build myself up to be this big bad bitch, When inside I don't even know what's a cure for the itch, I buy their patches, CD's and t-shirts, I blow my allowences at all their concerts, If asked I'd fly half way around the glob just to catch a glimps of them, And I keep trying to pretend, With the preps I don't fit in, The sk8ers are all h8ers, My parents hate the banging sound of my guitar, As I try and try so hard, To be the little punkrocker I am, Try and try to fit in, Not with the in crowd, NO that's not aloud, No Express, I'll have to cancel my store card I guess, I wear the dark clothes and listen to the tunes, I sit out and rock all night in my room, I wear my makeup just like the rest of them yet wear a sign saying 'You all laugh because I'm different, I laugh because your all the same", somewhere in this Choas I've lost my name, I'm just a freak, Green hair walking down the street, In my belly shirt with Anti-Flag, I rage out against what they say is bad, I try to write and try to draw, All these things that mean nothing at all, I read the lyrics, I listen to music but I don't hear it, Cuz I'm too busy gawking at the pretty little pictures, Of all these punkrock bands on Warped Tour, and I've become what I said I'd never be, Just an image trapped inside this fake body. ~BB |
