We’re the kids with the colored hair,
Who scream and shout ’cause we don’t care.
We’re the kids all dressed in black.
But we’re the ones who blend on in,
Who won’t stand out in a crowd.
And we’ll never talk behind your back.
You call us emo,
And you call us losers,
You’ll call us normal,
‘Til you see us inside.
You’ll swear you’ll never be,
Anything like any of us.
We’re the ones who shouldn’t get along,
Because we’re so socially different.
But we’re the ones that relate so easily,
Because we’re all in the same mess called life.
We’ve all got our problems and issues the same,
We’re the ones you’ll never give a chance.
You’ll label us before you know us,
Take us for the way we dress,
What we’re into on the outside,
But there’s a side you’ll never guess.
We’re the ones who you could count on,
If you ever needed someone.
But we’re the kids with the colored hair,
The drawings up our arms,
We’re the kids who don’t fit in,
And the kids that blend into the crowd.
We’re all different but you still judge us,
We’re only different on the outside.
Struggling with the same sins,
With the same issues as anoyone else.
We’re just the ones who put it aside,
And have learned to live another day.
We’re the ones you reject for what we speak,
Because the truth must be spoken.
And no one wants the truth.
Because Jesus was rejected,
So we will be too.
We’re the ones who don’t care what you think,
As long as you know the truth,
And you know what we’re for.