Many a time I’ve been named a freak
I would much prefer to be called unique
I’m not one of those types who’s artistically accepted
More like that loser who’s continuously rejected
My brain gets a beating from my OCD
Like I can only draw people from reality TV
I wish fictional characters were my best friend
If I stare long enough the spoon WILL bend
I believe in vampire’s demons and alien things
I want salt by the door and pentagrams on the ceilings
The weird ones can’t help but be this way
Obsessed with dogs, shy or just well gay
I get confused that my dreams are really true
So for no apparent reason I’ll be mad with you
My personality has taken some hard knocks
But I don’t ever think I can get back in that box
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