What you mean you don’t understand?
What you mean I’m different?
What you mean you don’t love me?

Ok…I guess I’m alil weird
BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I’M DIFFERENT!

What do you expect from a girl that’s been abused, hurt, and scared?
Want her to dye her hair?
Green with envy of those who can share
Happy memories of loved ones who cared?

About whether she lived or died or
Committed suicide

Or killed people for fun if she was
Sick in the head waitin’ for her
Days to end

So...I guess...I am different
BUT TO NOT LOVE!

To throw me
Like a shaken can of Pepsi
With a dent on the side

Kicked me to the curb
I will retaliate with all my nerve
Dye m y hair
Gauge my ears
Til you know me
Though the tears
I cry out
Don’t let me go
I’m The Insanely Crazed
Please do not fear