I never fit in with the crowd.
I always knew I wasn’t gonna wear the crown.
*
The high school walls were just my cage;
I’m better off alone with all my rage.
They’ll never see me walk across the stage,
or see my arms around someone my age.
*
I dropped out with a grin so wide;
guess I won’t be the prom queen tonight.
*
As if I’d be one anyway.
*
You won’t see me crying because I’m not torn.
I won’t pretend that this is something I should mourn.
I never cared; all I caused was disarray.
I wasn’t gonna be prom queen anyway.
*
I’ve told my mom that I’m leaving town.
Go ahead and keep the stupid crown.
I wasn’t born to follow rules;
I’m so sick of being one of those fools.
*
You can have your dances, have your king,
but I have bigger dreams to sing.
I’ll walk away, I won’t look back;
I don’t need your titles to feel intact.
*
Because who will remember this anyway?
*
You won’t see me crying because I’m not torn.
I won’t pretend that this is something I should mourn.
I never cared; all I caused was disarray.
I wasn’t gonna be prom queen anyway.
*
So, you can keep that petty throne;
I found a way to stand out on my own.
Fuck the crown and being prom queen;
oh, I’m sorry, was that mean?
*
Well, I don’t give a fuck. Because…
*
You won’t see me crying because I’m not torn.
I won’t pretend that this is something I should mourn.
I never cared; all I caused was disarray.
I wasn’t gonna be prom queen anyway.
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Luna
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