If everyone says it

It must be true

It would seem that they

Know so much about you

It’s amazing the things

You don’t know that you’ve done

When you’re to drunk to notice

The songs that you’ve sung

You’re different, an outcast

So I suppose it’s ok

To beat you and bruise you

Will you loose it one day

The cries that you cry

I choose not to hear

Though I see each time

I look in the mirror