and rivals don't just become best friends, it isn't how the world spins. and new kids make friends and they leave you in the dust. and you feel like you matter that first second you see the new kid in the back of the class. the minute you watch the neighbors unload the truck, you feel like maybe you'll find a friend. before anyone else knows them. i mean cause then they don't know that you're the loser. they can judge you for themselves, something a lot of people fail to do. i've become a little more than accustomed to the backs of heads. and you can't by mistake, trip and fall into the bottom of the social ladder. you just get put there. without a voice. and you need to stand your ground to the ones with the open minds. and if they don't listen, how can they ever know? and i'll sacrifice my sanity to the better of the world, i'll approach the common people and say hello. don't bet i wont. and they'll think i'm crazy for the most part, but every so often. once in a blue moon, i'll make a friend. and i'll seem like the gayest person on the planet. watch me skip from class to class in my neon pink jeans, i dare you. and you're gonna judge me. but you wouldn't judge me any less if i dressed the exact same as you, or walked with the least bit of perk, so why should i bother? why can't i just be happy?