Freelancer

Black halls, corridors dark and dim
Under my mask I hide my grin
I wonder, wonder why I even bother
To offer myself and name for laughter
I'm shaking your hand and laughing too
But my mind is shouting screaming fuck you
Not a jock, goth or ballroom dancer
I'm on my own I'm a freelancer

I walk on my own
I Bow to no one
Searching for answers
I always knew I'd find
Walking in darkness
I find my way

Too cute for sports, too strong for dorks
And rappers and hippies can go to hell
While poets and geeks and spastic plastics
All can kiss my clucking bell
Emos and punks and whoopsie drunks
The occasional random crackhead fuck face
Not a jock, goth or ballroom dancer
I'm on my own I'm a freelancer

Who will be the prom queen
Who is the star quarterback
Who gives a shit
cause it matters fuck

Just be yourself
Who you truly are
To hell with all the cliques
They can eat their dicks

Okay, you might say that we're just pretentious pricks
Smirking hypocrites that jerk off in their own cliques
Well it might or might not be true but atleast we are
No fools to give a second thought as to what you think of this bass solo!

"No pain no gain" is what all the tossers say
I'd say it's all worth it every second of the day
So what that you don't get more calls
And ex-friends run away?
cause there's strength and purity in walking your own way

Now give me some doom!

How hard it is to stay
True to yourself in these
Times when selling short yourself
Is the norm and it's
Falling

Walking past the passed out masses
In the gutters smiling to
Yourself
You're a freelancer