They labeled me the name that they all saw fitting

The kid who never got it when the rest were all kidding

I sat in the back of class with my notebook scribbiling

trying to ignore the whole world where im living

stories in my head

I made sure it was all hidden

since back then in my family we followed a religion

I called myself christain

but the church didn't believe it

I was under such stress i just wanted to relieve it

The children made jokes and always laughed at my face

the funny thing about it is they called me a disgrace

The people my own age were adding on to the rage that i bottled in my soul till i put it on a page

And that was eighth grade or middle school was the same

when my freinds messed up

I was the one they blamed

but really it's okay

i'm used to being put last

and i adopted the name for me

outcast



I was the screw-up of the century

high school was just a pain

everyone around me said writen lyrics was lame

I was the kid that they picked on in the lunch line daily

The quiet kid in the corner who they all considered crazy

I was alone back in high school almost every single day

I raised my voice too speak but no one heard what I would say

They engraved it in my mind that I would never belong

So I took the stories in my head and wrote them as a song

Extra

Extra

read all about it

Outcast kid starts to turn profit

Half the people love it

Half the people hate it

They rate it

Degrade it

Just because I made it

They debate the meaning of every word I was saying

and come to the conclusion I only want to be famous

So far from the truth

They judge me too fast

I was perfectly happy being myself

an outcast



Kids I hope you know that your stuck in a wasteland

The world is cut-throat and they'll lay you to waste man

They don't care who you hang with

let alone the fame man

Responsibility to the people you blame man

So watch your back or there might be knives through it

You can't trust everyone

I wish that i'd knew it

Words can scar a person way deeper than fist's can

You have a sword, I have a pen

Lets see whose the real man

I'm socially withdrawn to a room with no windows

No one in

No one out

This is my limbo

Abstraction is the key to this land of oblivion

The world let me go

So heres who I truly am

I'll be fine even if I don't make another freind

I guess that i'll always be the outcast that I was then.