You say I'm weird
I say your boring
You say I'm insane
I say
You're the one
That is crazy
Always willing
To conform
And hand control
Of your very soul
Over to people
You don't really know
Just to fit in
With a corrupt crowd
And feel at home
With people
To whom
You will never
Be good enough
You say
You feel
For me
I feel for you
While I rebel
For the sake
On my own
Soul
That is not
And never will be
For sale
I am not perfect
And I know it
I have issues
And I take
Full responsibility
For them
And it is
Not easy
Being the
Rebel type
Not in the least
But truth be told
I would rather rebel
And fight for
What I believe in
And keep
Control
Of my own soul
Than conform
By handing
Over control
Just to fit in