Isn't it weird.Isn't it strange. Even though we're just two strangers on this runaway train. We're both trying to find a place in the sun. We've lived in the shadows but doesn't everyone. Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes. Isn't it hard.Standing in the rain. You're on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain. No one can hear though you're screaming so loud. You fell like your all alone in a faceless crowd. Isn't it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes.
Sitting on the side.Waiting for a sign.Hoping that my luck will change. Reaching for a hand that will understand,someone who feels the same. When you live in a cookie-cutter world being different is a sin. So you don't stand out.And you don't fit in.Weird.
Sitting on the side.Waiting for a sign.Hoping that my luck will change. Reaching for a hand that will understand,someone who feels the same. When you live in a cookie-cutter world if you're different you can't win. So you don't dtand out and you don't fit in.Weird. Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird. Strange,how we all get a little bit. Strange,cause we're all just a little bit weird sometimes.
