On My Mind

It's not hard to be unique in a school of a hundred
But it's too hard to be unique so no one tries to one-up it
So then you mushing in a room
With these scanty-dressed goons
You rock all afternoon to repetitive tunes
Till they howling at the moon
And you wanna leave soon
But they pulling you back and you wanna break away
And at the end of the day
You'll be chillin' with the pack
And they be calling out hacks
If you deviate from destiny
Telling me
I'm a weird bitch
Cause I don't hang out with the cool kids
Bullshit