#7
I'm just a freak
Kind of a creep
A loser, one of a kind
A weirdo, locked in his own mind
You're a star, shining so bright
Eyes of the palest blue
You have the soul of the moon in you
How could I compete
For an image so complete?
Look, I used to rap a lot
That’s a lie, I just used to write in a notebook a lot
Putting down rhymes, I had talent, my God
So how did it all end up like this?
With me daydreaming of your lips
I used to have a goal in life, I swear
But now all I can think about is the way you wear your hair
Goddamn
I used to cuss a lot
That’s a lie, I still cuss a lot
It’s like a second nature
It just comes out whenever life introduces danger
I don’t know why I do that
I was raised on Disney movies, and all that
Maybe it’s cause my family was never there
Second kid to last in a flock of eight
“Number seven, here to take my beating today.”
I'm just a freak
Kind of a creep
A loser, one of a kind
A weirdo, locked in his own mind
You're a star, shining so bright
Eyes of the palest blue
You have the soul of the moon in you
How could I compete
For an image so complete?
I used to hate myself a lot
A lie? It’s not.
I was raised to believe,
that everything wrong was to blame on me
And blame on me, I did
Every day of my life
I destroyed myself at night
Because that’s the kind of love I was raised with
A freak, a loser, that weird kid
Goddamn
You used to worry too much
Now you’d hold my hand
We’ll be doing Netflix & chill
And you’d stroke though my hair saying
“This is why we suffered so much, this is why we suffer still.
“we’re perfect together, we’re perfect still.”