I think I know you, you was their plaything
 for too long you coped alone with the pain
 they'd only hurt you more if you spoke out...
 Never invited to parties or their camping trips
 for hours you would sit alone in your room,
 your safe haven where nobody could harm you

You tried so hard to fit in, changing yourself
only to be hurt more, to be abused constantly,
You wanted to be part of what was happening
Yet to them you was always the scape goat,
And you never seemed to mind, why would you
For the first time in your life you felt you had friends.

You knew you were different they drummed it into you
constantly calling you the freak, laughing at everything
any little obscurity, you'd look in the mirror and hate it
You considered yourself to be ugly, disgusting, gross
And you took to the knife, trying to carve yourself different.

You did your best to appear invisible, to avoid all around you,
your family, the children and teachers at school, your community
You avoided conversations believing that nobody wanted you
you cried yourself to sleep so many nights, slept through days
learned to be invisible, headphones in, music turned too loud,
Your feeble attempt to try and drown out the world around you.

You rebelled, broke the rules, just to scream out, to be noticed
Did you ever stop to think what would happen, who'd get hurt?
They backed off, saw you as a loose cannon that would explode
Yet still remained a freak in their eyes, just more dangerous now,
they started wanting you around, this hard man, with an image,
Yet behind your back they still laughed at you, took you for granted.

Did you get all brave in your thoughts, think that you was indestructable?
Did you take to drugs to block out the images that still played upon your mind?
Did you get arrested time and time again for things that you did to please them?
Did you no longer cry in the deep darkened nights alone, broken from within?
Did you feel like life was a game and that win or lose you'd make the most of it?
Did each one of these questions play upon your mind like broken strings?

Yes, I think I know you, you and I aren't so different at all.