People look at me, they laugh as I walk by.
Everybody seems to hate me, I don't know why.
What did I do to them??
Why is it so wrong to be who I am?

In a corner against the wall,
Hiding behind my long black hair.
People stop when they see me, and they stare.

Dressed in my black clothes, I walk over the streets.
Eyes stare, fingers point at me,
And there are voices, they are talking about me.

Why are they doing this to me, can't they see that it really hurts? Can't they see that because of them I'm dying inside??

Every day is the same for me, walking on this lonely road.
But now that road has come to an end.
I've had enough now, I go.
Go far away from here.

I'm gonna hide in the dark where nobody can see me.
Hide in the dark, and never come back.