People love to turn and stare
whenever i walk by somedays i
wish i wasn't alive
why can't they accept me and not
turn and run i don't look good but
i am someone they don't know how
nice i am i've always got a smile
even if it only lasts awhile so i'll
guess i'll go away im not welcome here
don't worry about what you hear it's 
just me leaving you my tears.