we all Zombies?
turning out as mindless products of the gap.
the same khaki's as everyone else,
couldn't pick you out in a crowd,
All the latest trends.
those adults telling me I am wrong,
be right just a stupid teenager,
I am not the same as everyone else
I must be a violent, horrible punk.
don't want to harm you,
judge me on first glance,
cross the street hoping to not have to pass me,
I'll mug you.
never do that, I do have morals,
you think it or not.