Not one of them

They’ve got a face so different from mine
They strut down streets
Their heads held up high
They turn their heads
And we go running
Away from where they are

The hallways shush when they walk down
A flick of hair and we crumble down
We don’t know them or where they come from
So why are we begging to know who they are

Chorus:
Don’t wanna bow down to them
And do as they wish
I’m not their puppet to string around
You can’t command me
It’s just materialistic
Psychopathic
This world that we’re in
They won’t listen to me or hear me
I’m not one of them

Just look at them
Their Gucci bags and varsity jackets
Laughing like their cool
When they look like hyenas

Those plastic dolls crowding around them
God they try so hard
Just to be bimbos
Now where are the purple streaks and torn old jeans
The funky hats and emo geeks
They can bring it on

Chorus

I’m not gonna pin my hair the way they do
Not going to Prada or Saks
Just cause they want me to
Be like them

Call me a freak
A geek
A loser if you must
But I’m not one of you and you can’t make me
Chorus
I am me
Not one of them

preeetyyy goood... !! nice lyrics you wrote..