Outcasts

I tend to think about the worst of outcomes What you feel is fake what you feel is fake My mind makes up so many problems Just get over it You just don't get it cause my past is haunting And I'm obsessed with all kinds of ugly Looked down on by society Does anyone get me To be heard is all that I want Like a message in a bottle Will I ever be caught? When is it enough Whoa What's wrong with me? Am I overreacting? No-oh there has to be A consequence for me It's a fact that I'm going crazy Searching for solitude just to getaway Do we deserve to live this way? Constantly ridiculed by those that say We are the outcasts 'Cause we, we are the outcasts (yeah!) Whoa What's wrong with me? Am I overreacting? No-oh there has to be A consequence for me And I'm afraid that I just won't fit in It's a battle that I've always had within No-oh there has to be Has to be a consequence for me Sometimes, I can't help feeling like I'm the one in the wrong So lost, I can't find my place in this crowded room But I, I know in the end that I'm not alone And I, I know in the end I'll find my way back home Whoa What's wrong with me? Am I overreacting? No-oh there has to be Has to be a consequence for me And I'm afraid that I just won't fit in It's a battle that I've always had within No-oh there has to be Has to be a consequence for me Whoa (Whoa) (Whoa) Whoa (Whoa) (Whoa)