odd one out
I hear them say those words
(I'm) like, a stranger
The odd one out
They have no idea-
What they're talking about
Feeling like some kind of
Outsider, peering in through
my ribs, at myself barred,
dark-and I'm blinded.
And they talk and talk and...
talk.
and they think, I'm-I'm-
but I'm the outside one, and
The bad taste in my mouth,
got to remind myself it's not
not my fault. (maybe)
I'm the odd one out