I lay my view on this world,
When I don't speak I see it more clearly.
Why talk? They won't understand,
They keep working on me, but I don't march by command.
I always knew, as I always will,
This place solds no warm embraces,
So I come out and try to fit in
And know there's simply no way,
I'll be ever one of them.
Never one of them.
Made my retreat into safety and quiet
Locked in my own private skin.
Stepping away from the rattle and ham.
And here I don't have to fit in.
I don't have to fit in.
I can raise my hand, but I don't have to fit in.
I raise my hand.
There's no going back to where I have come from,
And here I'm the perfect misfit.
I watched them, I listened, I thought I could learn,
But I'll never be one of them.
You can label me crazy, and label me down,
I never thought sorrows could drown.
Stare at the bottle, ended up drinking him,
Slowly under the ground.
Until he was robbed of everything.
I can still raise my hand, but I'll never fit in.
I raise my hand, but I never fit in.
I'll never fit in.
But I don't have to fit in.
But I raise my hand.
I don't have to fit in.
I don't have to fit in.
