I’ve tried to fit in with the cool kids
with the popular once with their luxury lives,
driving their cars with their fancy hairstyles,
but fitting with them was a nightmare begin…
My age I did try to mix with the girls
homies they said till my back I once turned
boys were their subject each day after day
nights they went out to get laid in the streets
sex as a hobby for many of them
reputations were made with names down the drain
home boys my friends who loved me for me
rumours began that I played each of them
still I had tried to fit in quite hard
no-one had pleased me at all at that time
drinking and smoking was sure not my style
and girls only gossiped while boys did the same…
God was a answer but that didn’t last
prayers weren’t answered and love not my way
Christians did worse things in darkness I say
and satan to scary to worship in May.
Alone and quite lonely I said to myself:
“An outstanding young woman I’ll always be.”
With no true bright future I starred at for long.
Outcasting beauty till the day I’ll lay cold.