You scream, I scream, we all scream,
but we don't get the point across,
words are lost when you're telling me to change.

You cry, they sigh, I run and hide,
but drama was never really my thing,
and I just got kicked out of the school play.

Just because I hide my emotions,
doesn't mean I'm made out of steel,
sticks and stones have nothing when you're talking.

We're a mixed-up love-triangle full of hurtful words,
and maybe one-too-many cliche lines from romance novels,
and late-night conversations about why the world is round.

You're hurting, I'm cursing, but none of it matters now,
we're just another part of the outcast crowd,
and we've been thinking too hard on things too little.

You scream, I scream, we all scream,
and I bet earplugs would come in handy now,
I'd like to tune-out this insanity for one day of school.