People always judge too soon
Or with hateful regards
They judge all goth people
By what they've seen and heard
They do not take into account
Other's feelings or words
And what about other people
With many peircings or tatoos?
They treat us all like scum or dirt
And what more, label us freaks, too!
We're dissed on, hated, left to die
People are scared of us
They think that we will hurt them
No one loves people like us
The world is full of critics
But if we ignore the strife
Then we can all be happy
And go on with our lives