They come to me with a talk of nonsense that I can’t comprehend

They see me as trouble and point me out on the spot

I try to explain my reason for being who I say I am

They look down on me as if I am a stupid fool

They judge me and dislike me with a passion

I tell them I am who I am and that’s me

Once again they point me out I hear laughter I I began to cry

I try to prove who I am but it’s so hard for me

They seek my weakness and try so hard to provoke me but I will succeed in being who I am

They say they are my friends but I see no one

Who are they to me nothing but air because the language they speak is foreign to me

Trust you can’t buy that and friendship you shouldn’t waste that

The language I speak is the truth

They see me and keep judging me I am alone I have no real friends

Why do they want me to change when I love who I am

They never had my back when I needed them the most

Who I am they judge me a loser

But in my heart I am a winner ready for what’s ahead

Music is the only thing that I trust because the words they speak to me in the songs speak the truth

Trying so hard to please a human that won’t care if I was gone

I don’t care if they judge me because I am the truth

The language of lies and truth will never mix

The truth is painful but I rather hear the language of truth than the language of lies my so called friends tell me these lies