I don't think quite like the others
I've got dreams that aren't really standard
Is it my fault if I do things
When my heart orders me to
I suffered for it on the school benches
The whispers carried on my back
Sometimes made my heart bleed
But I know it's a gift
Not to be one of the followers
I suffered for it on the school benches
Toward what keeps me alive
That freedom to be who I am
Being yourself is priceless
I've always trusted my lucky star
So I ran with my eyes shut
I've moved heaps of mountains
With the strength of my wishes
Today, I know my difference
Toward what keeps me alive
That freedom to be who I am
Being me is priceless