All those years ago we ran alone
Because the other kids just ran away.
We were the freaks hanging upside down
The ones who saw the world through twisted minds
It was so clear to those of age that we were special
We were the ones that had potential
But we grew up doubting, never believing
Because we could only hear one voice
Telling us we were too different
We were strange and that wasn't okay.
We weren't wearing the right clothes
And we'd never be enough.
That voice kept repeating
Inside our heads, till it's all we heard
And all we believed
We gave away our hope,
To the bottom feeders and low-life's that pretended to love us.
To anyone that listened.
We were desperate and alone
The masters of melancholy
All because we believed,
Believed in those that tore us down
And ignored the ones that showed us praise,
As few as they were,
Because deep down inside we knew
That only in fairy tales does the king find his queen,
And the pauper becomes the prince.
Only in movies does the nice guy win the girl
And only in stories does the loner find a friend.
We were no story, just regular kids
Thrown aside for someone better
And we grew up believing, in all the wrong things
To this day,
Nobody criticizes as thoroughly as ourselves
Nobody hates us as well as we've learned how
And when somebody comes along to tell us
That we are good enough,
We pull out our mirror and show them how wrong they are.
Remember when, we saw the world with beauty in our eyes?
We knew that everything would be okay,
Because there was no other option.
Remember when, there was hope in our smiles?
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