the strangest song

You're sitting on the bench
In the park of Blandair
You're singing a song
About my hair
You say it's pretty
I don't think it is
I feel so silly
For taking a glimpse
You take my hand
I ask, "where are we going?"
"No man's land"
But there's a man on this land
He's over there
He looks so sad
He's singing a song
About his hair
About my hair
We have the same hair
I don't want the same hair
I'm running away
You grab my leg
You tell me to stay
I haven't seen everything yet
But I don't wanna see
I wanna live a life free
Of jealousy
And all these stupid problems
I don't have the time
I have to work on my work
But maybe I'll rhyme
A lot easier now
I turn around
And stare at him
I begin to frown
And I know
I won't enjoy my youth

She'll look at me differently
They'll look at me different
But maybe their "me"
Is not what I can be
They've got to see
That maybe their "me"
Is not what I can be



Credits
Writer(s): Brady Scott
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