Picked last by people that you don't like
For a game you never cared to play
Counting the minutes 'til it's over
You'd hear the words they'd say
Internalize the hate
Despise the status quo
And disassociate
You're learning not to care
When they don't let you in
And then you find a place
You finally fit in
You could be yourself up on the hill
Obnoxious. Loud. Undoubtedly Fulfilled
Nobody else ever understood
Just tried to be who others thought they should
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Picture a boy
Glasses too big at an awkward age 10
Picked on by kids
Misunderstood, but he holds it all in
Soon he's alone
Looking within
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I never thought I'd see
Acceptance for who I could be
I never got to say
Thank you for who I am today
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Your plaid shirts still almost protect you
From looking the way you do
But big pants were never the right choice
You never fit the trend
But found a place to stay
With other misfit kids
You finally found your way
Then you were starting bands
And made to understand
At 17 years old, you finally fit in
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I never thought I'd see
Acceptance for who I could be
I never got to say
Thank you for who I am today
Picture a boy
All that he wants is to be just like them
Picture a man
Desperate to say that he's better than them
Who is to say
Which one is right?