I know you
 You were too short 
You had bad skin
 You couldn't talk to them very well 
Words didn't seem to work 
They lied when they came out of your mouth 
You tried so hard to understand them 
You wanted to be part of what was happening 
You saw them having fun 
And it seemed like such a mystery 
Almost magic 
Made you think that there was something wrong with you
 You'd look in the mirror and try to find it 
You thought that you were ugly 
And that everyone was looking at you 
So you learned to be invisible 
To look down To avoid conversation 
The hours, days, weekends 
Ah, the weekend nights alone 
Where were you? 
In the basement? In the attic? In your room? 
Working some job - just to have something to do. 
Just to have a place to put yourself 
Just to have a way to get away from them 
chance to get away from the ones that made you feel so strange and ill at ease inside yourself 
Did you ever get invited to one of their parties? 
You sat and wondered if you would go or not 
For hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire 
They would laugh at you If you would know what to do If you'd have the right things on If they would notice that you came from a different planet 
Did you get all brave in your thoughts? 
Like you going to be able to go in there and deal with it and have a great time. 
Did you think that you might be the life of the party? 
That all these people were gonna talk to you and you would find out that you were wrong? 
That you had a lot of friends and you weren't so strange after all? 
Did you end up going? 
Did they mess with you? 
Did they single you out? 
Did you find out that you were invited because they thought you were so weird? 
Yeah, I think I know you 
You spent a lot of time full of hate 
hate that was pure sunshine 
hate that saw for miles 
hate that kept you up at night 
hate that filled your every waking moment 
hate that carried you for a long time 
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Yes, I think I know you 
You couldn't figure out what they saw in the way they lived 
Home was not home 
Your room was home 
corner was home 
The place they weren't, that was home 
I know you 
You're sensitive and you hide it because you fear getting stepped on one more time 
It seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable someone takes advantage of you 
One of them steps on you 
They mistake kindliness for weakness 
But you know the difference
 You've been the [bad word] of their weakness for years 
And strength is something you know a bit about because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive 
You know yourself very well now 
And you don't [bad word] people You know them too well 
You try to find that special person 
Someone you can be with Someone you can touch Someone you can talk to Someone you don't feel so strange around 
And you find that they don't really exist 
You feel closer to people on movie screens 
Yeah, I think I know you 
You spend a lot of time daydreaming 
And people have [bad word] to that effect 
Telling you that you're self involved, and self centered 
But they don't know, do they? 
About the long night shifts alone 
About the years of keeping [bad word] 
All the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself so you could imagine someone holding you 
The hours of indecision, self doubt 
The intense depression 
The blinding hate 
The rage that made you stagger 
The devastation of rejection 
Well, maybe they do know 
But if they do, they sure do a good job of hiding it It astounds you how they can be so smooth 
How they seem to pass through life as if life itself was some divine gift 
And it infuriates you to watch yourself with your apparent skill at finding every way possible to [bad word] it up