Outcasts, they tend to call us


The Weird Ones

The Freaks

But we like to think of ourselves as the

Special Ones

With our permanent marker doodles

on our converse

Ripped jeans and Elmo hearts and

poems written in the snow

Novels read beneath the covers 'til

dawn Von light of a flashlight

batteries nearly dead we've used them

so much

And dancing in the rain

Praying to Screamo and Hardstyle

And Singen to the stars

At the oben, nach oben of our lungs with the car

windows open and the night rushing

in

oder on the oben, nach oben floor of a strand house

with the sea streched out before us

"Go home, Du lose, good day, sir"

Turn around and say goodbye

Gum-wrapper braclets and crying to

the moon

Glasses and braces and beautiful eyes

Sad behind the smiles

And sitting in the corner to escape the

staring eyes

But we live in funny looks because they

remind us that we are special

Man we are special

We aren't the Outcasts, for we know

how to live

For we know how to be ourselves, what

to do

on a rainy Sunday afternoon

To all of those who truley know me,

and yet Liebe me anyway