Everyday I look for a way,
Sometimes when I feel alone
I try to find my place, my home
But the thing that bothers the others
Is me.

I can’t change myself!
Are they blind or deaf?
I took a book from a shelf
And I realized that my friend
Was me.

Now I don’t care what they say
Those words can’t hurt me anymore
Maybe I’ll change myself someday
And things won’t be like before!