Texty: The Scarred. At Half Mast. Medicate Me.

I don't know how many times I've been told that, "we aint got no place around here for you"
Seems like I spent so many nights thinking about how I don't belong with you
There's no place for your thoughts and opinions in a place you know that you're not allowed
I don't mind, It's been a long damn time since I realized I'm not a part of the crowd

You don't belong here
"No, you don't understand...."

I'm sick and tired of watching you pretend
that you could have a clue where I'm coming from
I'm all wrong and I don't belong,
I may be insensitive but I'm not numb
How could you know about a place you can't go?
They gotta give me pills to think like you...
Sounds like a plan (but I) thrust 'em back in your hand,
cuz why the fuck would I wanna be like you?

Don't want you to medicate me 'cause you drug what you can't understand
I didn't ask to be born this way, but that's just the way I am

I feel my mind just slipping away
I feel it all just drifting away
I hear your voice, just not what you say
cuz the channel, the channel, is starting to change

The channel is changing

Don't want you to medicate me 'cause you drug what you can't understand
I didn't ask to be born this way, but that's just the way I am
Don't want you to walk away because it wasn't in my plans
I don't want your sympathy, I just want you to understand

No, you don't understand