Im jus so outta touch, no one to pretend to be
im nothing more than a person, an ordinary me
no im not special, not spectacular in any way
no one pays attention, no one lsitens to what i have to say
i dont have the good looks, or the smarts to go
i put on one face, and its hard for me to say no
i mind my own business, walk all alone
read upon books, and no one to phone
i used to be out there, used to be part of a group
suddenly everything changed,i dangled in a loop
i wanted to be different, was tired of getting hurt
take of da tight skirt, and hoochie shirt
i was mor than an ordinary girl, the inside no one saw
no one realized who i am, no one saw my flaws
i was known as the party girl, "oh miss freak"
but the real me you would have seen, only if you took a real peak
reality is, i was disguised, i covered myself in lies
held people close, opened my eyes to the ones i despize
jealousy was common hurt was pure
but for me i thought there was oen cure
erase myself from memory, deal withings on my own
its better to be an indivual, ill make it all alone
no more parties, dancing, going to clubs
no more alcohol, pills, or smoking shrubs
no more getting at boys, stupid lies, and girl fights
no more hurting, crying, and sleepless nights
only memories, fun in my mind left in da past
it was time to move on, and all teh drama left just as fast
