The Freaks and the Goners

To the freaks and the goners I say we raise a glass To the lonelies and the loners The weirdos and outcasts To us freaks, the ones who still stand, The ones who no matter what, Never say "I can't" To the ones who sit alone at lunch, the ones with no friends The ones who never give up Who know it's not the end To the cast downs and broken hearted, The beaten and the bruised The ones who think they're ugly, And will never know the truth The ones witch aching chests The ones who know it's okay to cry The ones who stand alone And believe all the lies