I Was Never Meant To Be This

We Come From The Mentality, That Rarely Sees The Horror In Symmetry Or The Beauty In Non-conformity

I Accept Any Challenge, So Challenge Me

I'm Not The Only Kid Who Grew Up This Way, Surrounded By People Who Used To Say That Rhyme About Sticks And Stones, As If Broken Bones Hurt More Than The Names We Got Called, And We Got Called Them All. So We Grew Up Believing No One Would Ever Fall In Love With Us, That We'd Be Lonely Forever, That We'd Never Meet Someone To Make Us Feel Like The Sun Was Something They Built For Us In Their Toolshed. So Broken Heartstrings Bled The Blues, And We Tried To Empty Ourselves So We'd Feel Nothing. Don't Tell Me That Hurts Less Than A Broken Bone...

Don't Tell Me You're Not Beautiful. You're The Kind Of Beautiful The Blind Would See If We Could Figure Out Some Way To Give Them Three Seconds Of Sight.

Having Seen Ted From A Distance, I Always Thought If Ever There Was A Place For Someone Like Me, The Outcasts, People Who Maintained Who They Are Despite Being Told What They Were, It Was Ted.