Out of Place
Tell me, is it a sin, to be different from the rest,
And why do I always feel so out of place,
When I am only trying to do my best,
In this world that turns like the tide...
Can't help myself, I know I'm always staring at the ground,
I can see the judgment in their eyes,
Yet, somehow...
And why do I always feel so out of place,
When I am only trying to do my best,
In this world that turns like the tide...
Can't help myself, I know I'm always staring at the ground,
I can see the judgment in their eyes,
Yet, somehow...