Living End Strange
I never thought that I was strange
I always had something to do to think about
They say that some things never change
Well I guess they do
Cos I never thought I was strange
So I maybe off the wall, just a little bit
I may seem to be unfriendly
But that's not it
Strange looks from everybody around
Well I don't care 'cos I'm not fooling around
I don't know what makes me different and I don't care
Maybe it's not my problem, why do they stare?
Sometimes I stop. Think for a while
I don't know what makes me different
And I don't care
Maybe it's not my problem
Why do they stare?
