i'll always be the new kid at the school
Trying to get out of the room
trying to get out of the room
trying to get out of the room
Maybe I can hang my head so low
low that no one sees,
yeah no one sees my terrified eyes,
terrified eyes,
shoulders,
knees and toes if I keep my mouth shut maybe they won't know
that I wasn't born
inside this town,
this *,
but if I hold means that I'll always be the new kid at
the school trying to get out of the room,
but I don't look like them in these clothes,
can they smell my fear,
does the terror show,
so I keep my mouth shut it's just how it goes
and they won't know where I'm from,
they can't go where I've gone,
so I'll always be the
new kid at the school trying to get out of the room
lost in your identity,
in its season of placement, soldier of the enemy
if I keep my mouth shut they won't
know that I wasn't born in the city,
in the state,
in this country I cut to my soul
I'll always be the new kid at the school
trying to get out of the room