• Sure I don't have a dad like you,
    Maybe your like me too,
    No father in you life,
    Your mom has to play both parts.

    Then about a decade latter he comes back to see you
    You tell him you never wanna seem him again
    You don't trust him after the games he's played
    He doesn't ever come back again.

    That's just one the lessons I"ve learn, sit back and I"ll tell ya a few more,
    Then you go to school one and you the clicks and cliches,
    Your finds out your unclassified and you wonder why,
    You've never ended up in a group.

    The last time you try to find out the reason why,
    You saw a clicks making list,
    You found out what they were doing,
    You took the list and tore it in two, you've never bothered with them again.

    There's just one more lesson you gotta learn,
    Sit back and I"ll tell ya what I"ve heard,
    Well here's the lesson,
    Get ready, set, and here we go.

    When you lose the right to be different,
    You lost the right to b free,
    This true for you,
    And this is true for me.

    Because maybe I don't dress just like you,
    But I know that I"m still me,
    Because when you lose the right be different,
    You lose the right to be you.

    Those are all the lessons that I"ve learned,
    I don't anymore to say,
    So I"ll tell you goodbye for now,
    So goodbye and have a nice day.