She htinks I'm annoying and she thinks I'm weird
She thinks all I do is think about fear
She thinks I don't like her that she's a prep
She thinks my friends are messed up in the head
She thinks I'm a goth or that I'm afraid
She thinks my clique is a pot smoking parade
She doesn't understand that this is my way
She doesn't understand that I have no say
She doesn't understand what I do
She doesn't that Im not like you