One For The Weird Ones

Well, I can feel lost sometimes, even in my own backyard

I can feel everybody’s eyes on me

I can wear tailored clothes to cover up my scars

I can even close the door and still feel the breeze

It’s never easy to tow the line, or merge into the crowd

When all the shadows you hold inside prefer to shout it out loud

Well, it’s alright, alright, to be the weird one

And it’s all, alright, to have your own fun now

I can breathe oxygen when others nearly drown

But I still can’t see what’s in front of me

I feel the need to laugh when others only frown

The darkest of humor overwhelms me

There’s a leader in everyone who dares to take the lead

No need for a recipe. Allow for your own needs

Well, it’s alright, alright, to be the weird one

It’s all, alright to have your own fun

It’s all, alright to be the weird one

And it’s all, it’s alright, to have your own fun now..

It’s alright

It’s alright

It’s alright

It’s alright

It’s alright

It’s alright!