She Belongs

It doesn't matter who's in place
It doesn't matter who's in place
It doesn't matter who's in place
It doesn't matter who's in place
It doesn't matter who's in place
It doesn't matter who's in place
It doesn't matter who's in place
It doesn't matter who's not in place

Proper out of place, her
Only certain spaces will she feel comfortable enough to belong
The public matters and she's no mad hatter
She doesn't think she's good enough to feel upon
This place we call our hasty halls
Where fights break out and injuries are endured
Has she had a fight? I'm not really too sure
Mentally, yes (but no physical lure)
Breaking out of the social norms
Destroying all the social rules
Kicking out the normalised civil ball
As you get put under the watchtower
You thought I was gonna leave it there
(Alright mate, bring it back in)
Breaking out of the social norms
Destroying all of the social rules
Kicking out the normalised civil law
As you get put under the watchtower
Breaking out of the social norms
Destroying all of the social rules
Kicking out the normalised civil law
As you get put under the watchtower
Hated for not fitting in was never what she expected
Now she's learning that she should've expected it
Now she knows that all these kids give mental kicks
In high school's last year but still learning how to mix
I have a feeling she'll never learn how to click
That is a sad thing, it really truly is
I guess that's what it means to be a high school kid
In the last year too, what a feeling
Your life is deceiving when you find it has no meaning (what?)
Some pick themselves up, give themselves a gleaming
But others, like this girl, they stay anxious and dreaming
And that is the thing, it's okay to feel that way
I'll let it be known, that's how I've always been made
To think, courtesy of my own brain
That applies to her too though we're not the same
I imagine she's having conflicts as I'm speaking
My mind is seeping and, at the same time, sleeping
Tryna get a word out while I'm counting sheep and
I'm dreaming of a time where this girl's constantly beaming
Back in class, get parked
Quick, move fast and don't let anyone get a laugh
In, or you're in the bin
Or you're in the mud, tryna get out on the heap
Of students who couldn't make it today
Our hearts are with you and this girl does feel the same
But wait, clean life plate
That's all she wants but she's surrounded by hate
She feels as if it's directed at her
Just because she's not fed off a silver platter
Yeah, we move up the stairs
Or, in her case, down to her nightmares
Truly and honestly, it is what she's feeling
This bitter life lemon, it is what she's feeding
On, but her life is off
She's like a lone beam sitting inside a loft
Except there's more where she came from
She's just underrepresented and moving along
But I don't think that's right
So get your lights and pitchforks if you've ever had to fight (alright)

Self-help anthem number one