Why do them kids look at me with a frown,
Why everyday i cant walk past without putting my head down?
Why do they laugh at me when i fall to the floor,
Why do i hate living life more and more?
Then i look up and watch the cloud sail across the open Sky's,
Watching the birds spread out there wings, just watching them fly.
looking up at the defenders who stood in front of a bullet for justice and hope,
Ill tighten my fists and smile at them compared to that i can easily cope.
I can fight my way through hurt, pain and fear,
everyone hurts! it wouldn't be normal to not produce a tear.
Looking at my reflection i seen a creation by god that stood in sorrow,
Sometimes i even wished them beautiful girls had something for me to borrow.
But now my future is in my grasp,
as now i stand before a camera known to all at last.
ill fight for my pride, ill fight for my respect,
Because not all is lost, and nothing is recked
They might call me a loser
They might call me the coward who's past always hid
But my happiness brings me luck,
Because now I'm 'The Cool Kid'
