Who am I?
Another person in the pack,
The black sheep of everything I enter,
The goth who sits alone,
The punk rocker who dares to dream
The artists who cant put pencil to paper without drawing manja
But what good is it to me
I like to fit in
I want approval
Except everyone I meet is like my kin
Selfish and self centered
Wierd and pink
You know what I think?
Everyone should die
That is why I write this lullaby
Sing it to the children and weep
For they know not to mess with me
I want to dictate the world
And show everyone not to screw with this girl
