Freak Or Shoe?

I hear my soul 
singing to me
inside the radio
and I know
I'm different

Separated from every one

I wear my soul
massaging my mind
I sense my soul
its here
in my headphones
and I know
you think
I'm different

Separated from everyone
I choose my soul
and then sing along
I feel my soul
how can I be wrong?
I might be a freak
but this 
is my song

separated from everyone

I wear my soul
on my back
forgetting myself
memorizing what I'm taught
I wear my soul
under my jacket
only I know
and I just can't stand it

trying to be like the rest

I wear my soul
under these sunglasses
I can't escape my soul
I can't escape my soul
what don't you know
what do you know
Why




Trying soo hard

separated from everyone else
trying to be
like the rest

Freak!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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