Bad Art & Weirdo Ideas Paroles

I’ve always felt stuck, alone or ashamed.
The gutter’s too tough, the stars are too safe.

I’m always that kid always out of place.
I try to get found,
but I’ve never known how.

I’m tracing the lines on your handsome face,
the scars on your arms, the shape of your veins.

We are not alone.
We are not mistakes.
Don’t whisper now.
We’re allowed to be loud.