I hate how everyone always wants something new something better and refreshing
I feel so old and expired
Like that memory of jello eggs at easter
And the cabbage patch doll that you colored on as a kid
Im not the new model in the window no; its just the same ol Tristan
The one that isn't too cool to say that she never watches mtv
The one that doesn't get too embarrassed to pick her nose in public
The one that has a passionate love for pokemon and all things living
You could say that my dream is to become a level 7 vegan
One who doesn't eat anything with a shadow
Im the one that use to think baptism was murder
And that my older brother's adams apple was a frog in his throat
Yeah my head did hit the ceiling fan when I was a baby
That might be why I instinctively stick my tongue out at you
Don't take it the wrong way, it usually means I like you and want to be your friend
So I guess what I want is for someone to tell me
Why im not good enough
This society has already dragged me into that horrible thing called bulimia
Yeah, I don't care anymore who the heck knows
Go ahead, talk rumors behind my back and say im an emo/scene cliché
Is it because im not the funny one? The smart one? The pretty one? The sweet hearted one? The athletic one? The all around cool one???
I do get jealous and my feelings do get hurt easily
I don't like getting left out of stuff, even tests at school
I hate being a loner
But it's the only thing I know anymore

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