Chorus:
He's different, not the same
He's different, he don't play games
He's different, here's why:
He's different, he's his own guy
He don't play fucking games
A person I can call a friend
Verse 1:
My friend was beat up one day
Cause he was thought to be gay
Wouldn't matter if he was
Just a target for some asses buzz
Verse 2:
They called my friend a queer today
But they are all like ant's these days
Congregated in a hive
Fitting in to stay alive
My friend and I don't see eye to eye
Our tastes differ and I don't ask why
But he hasn't been taken into your
Conforming Suicide High
GO BACK!