There will always be outsiders
Those that don't fit into the main
The poorly told joke that no one laughs at
The thinly disguised inner pain
There will always be the no bodies
Who were never invited to tea
Who ain't a friend of a friend of a friend
And might as well not even Be
There will always be the misunderstood
Who were shut down at a tender age
Now it's too late to be normal
But it's never too late to feel rage
There will always be outsiders
I'll bet you know two or three
Or maybe you're lucky and don't see them at all
Or maybe you are one, like me
Edited by - nilfun on 26 January 2003 20:52:17