why do you look at me
whe all you do is se through me
dont judge me
dont act like you know me
dont smile and act so great
you dont know night form day
my life is all okay
although i live
a broken life in a broken home
the way i dress scares everyone
im different imnot a follower
why dont you let me be me
and let me be something
out of this broken life
and broken home
you see me with the brusies
you asked me all these questions
is your father druggin you
is your father beating you
why cant you just leave me the hell alone
im not that different from you or you
i just want to be known for me not you
chorus
bridge
all you are is a freaking drughead
deep inside your fears are all there
your life is not alright
cuz youre living a broken life
thats what they say to me
but i know theyre wrong
this me theyre seeing
is all wrong
i dont do drugs i just dress that way
im not beat i work hard all day
my fathers dead so what do you know
my mother works from two to two
outta this life i want to go
so i can advance farther in school
go to college and have a better life
cuz this broken home is just a lie
