I know you love me
More than words can say.
But still, I get the feeling
That I am different.
Can't fit in, no matter how much I try
There's always someone who feels more welcome than me.
I know how you'd react
If you knew the way I feel:
Mortified, shocked, saddened.
Yet I still can't help thinking there's something pushing me away.
The easiest way to describe this,
Is to say I feel