• Maybe I wear baggies
    and white socks with scandels,
    maybe I don't like listening to rave
    and I'm not on the social mountaintops,
    maybe I don't care about the things
    that make your worlds twirl,
    maybe you look at me and think:
    Gee, what a nothing boy.

    Maybe I like giving smiles
    which seems to be a sin today,
    and maybe I allow my imagination
    to sometimes run away,
    maybe you don't understand this
    and that's why you cannot see,
    if this make me a nothing boy,
    hey, that's ok with me!

    The world makes you believe
    your personality mustn't be detected,
    your face must be picture perfect
    and wear cloths just the best, to be accepted.
    Maybe I look at you
    and feel sorry that you're blind,
    robots you have became,
    yourself you'll never find.

    God made you, as well as me,
    this means I am something,
    the world is a liar
    and if I must be a nothing
    for you to see it,
    then so be it!