Assume I'm deaf.
Hope I'm dead.
Make me cry.
Wish I'd die.
Crack jokes behind closed doors,
But it's the upfront ones that I hate.
You say it, not to my face, you see,
But in my area just to create
See, you feed on it.
I reply and you laugh.
You and your friends, so more numerous than me,
But my mind has got more than what can be seen
I don't wear pink.
I don't wear skirts.
I don't wear Hollister and Aeropostale T-Shirts.
Why would I wear a shirt that states where I bought the freaking thing?
I don't walk around in sandals.
I don't wear American Eagle.
I don't wear perfume.
I'm just as clean as you.
Maybe just as smart if not smarter than you.
I might not have the best family life, but you can't judge what you don't know.
Still you laugh and laugh and though I have friends,
I can't help but pop off at the ends.
You friggin' disease, you can fall off the Earth
And it'd just be another fake amber alert.
"This girl has gone missing, can you help find her?"
"Sorry my good sir, but who would want to?"
"She was a good girl! How rude of you! Don't you care about her? You didn't even know her."
"Ironic... you see?"
It's not truly about how they dress.
It's not truly about how they look.
They could be poor, and I'd treat them like a friend.
They could be rich, and I'd treat them the same.
They could dress in all black, and I'd treat them the same.
They could dress in preppy close, and I'd treat them the same.
They could be gorgeous, and I'd treat them the same.
They could be ugly, and I'd treat them the same.
But they don't have the emotion to do that unto me.
Heh... Ironic... you see?
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