As a child I was neglected,
Told I sucked and then rejected,
So nowadays I wear all black,
And I have some depressing words etched on my back.
Like a mime my face is pale,
And through my lobes I've shoved some rails.
I'm a masochist and a poser,
I act like I want to be run over by a bulldozer,
But inside I'm just as scared,
As Mickey Mouse or Subway's Jared,
Of death and all those nasty things,
Like getting stabbed or shot or reemed.
When it comes down to it all I want is attention,
That's why I'm always stuck in detention.
In my own group I hang all day,
While all the jocks laugh our way,
It seems as well that the nerds are above us,
Because we don't want anyone to love us.
So when you see us in our darkened gloom,
Or uttering words of dire doom,
Just remember we're just like you,
Except we look like we have the flu.
