I know u u were too short u had bad skin u couldn't talk 2 them very well Words didn't seem 2 work They lied when they came out of your mouth u tried so hard 2 underst& them u wanted 2 be part of what was happening u saw them having fun & it seemed like such a mystery Almost magic Made u think that there was something wrong with u u'd look in the mirror & try 2 find it u thought that u were ugly & that everyone was looking at u So u learned 2 be invisible 2 look down 2 avoid conversation The hours, days, weekends Ah, the weekend nights alone Where were u? In the basement? In the attic? In your room? Working some job - just 2 have something 2 do. Just 2 have a place 2 put yourself Just 2 have a way 2 get away from them A chance 2 get away from the ones that made u feel so strange & ill at ease inside yourself Did u ever get invited 2 one of their parties? u sat & wondered if u would go or not For hours u imagined the scenarios that might transpire They would laugh at u If u would know what 2 do If u'd have the right things on If they would notice that u came from a different planet Did u get all brave in your thoughts? Like u going 2 be able 2 go in there & deal with it & have a great time. Did u think that u might be the life of the party? That all these people were gonna talk 2 u & u would find out that u were wrong? That u had a lot of friends & u weren't so strange after all? Did u end up going? Did they mess with u? Did they single u out? Did u find out that u were invited because they thought u were so weird? Yeah, I think I know u u spent a lot of time full of hate A hate that was pure sunshine A hate that saw for miles A hate that kept u up at night A hate that filled your every waking moment A hate that carried u for a long time Yes, I think I know u u couldn't figure out what they saw in the way they lived Home was not home your room was home A corner was home The place they weren't, that was home I know u u're sensitive & u hide it because u fear getting stepped on one more time It seems that when u show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable someone takes advantage of u One of them steps on u They mistake kindliness for weakness But u know the difference u've been the brunt of their weakness for years & strength is something u know a bit about because u had 2 be strong 2 keep yourself alive u know yourself very well now & u don't trust people u know them too well u try 2 find that special person Someone u can be with Someone u can touch Someone u can talk 2 Someone u don't feel so strange around & u find that they don't really exist u feel closer 2 people on movie screens Yeah, I think I know u u spend a lot of time daydreaming & people have made comment 2 that effect Telling u that u're self involved, & self centred But they don't know, do they? About the long night shifts alone About the years of keeping yourself company All the nights u wrapped your arms around yourself so u could imagine someone holding u The hours of indecision, self doubt The intense depression The blinding hate The rage that made u stagger The devastation of rejection Well, maybe they do know But if they do, they sure do a good job of hiding it It astounds u how they can be so smooth How they seem 2 pass through life as if life itself was some divine gift & it infuriates u 2 watch yourself with your apparent skill at finding every way possible 2 screw it up For u life is a long trip Terrifying & wonderful Birds sing 2 u at night The rain & the sun the changing seasons are true friends Solitude is a hard won ally, faithful & patient Yeah, I think I know u