Here's to you freak, The outcast, Cast out.
Misinterpreted artistry, You are.
Their interpretation missed.
You sit with your thoughts Burdened by them, Until they hit the paper and sing.
"Living like I'm not alive", Thanks Hayley. How can you read my mind?
Til they all clap your a freak, And when they stand you are an artist, How about you determine that yourself.
"You can't be too careful anymore, when all that is waiting for you, won't come any closer.
You've got to reach a little more..."