I hate the way you look at me
With the whole world in your eyes
I hate the way you hint to me
That you're capable of lies
I hate the way you kiss me
That makes the world stop
I hate the way you smile at me
That makes my heart drop
I hate your stupid uniform
That makes me want you more
I hate the way that your heart
Is always a closed door
But most of all I hate the way
That into love, I did fall
And I hate that I don't hate you,
Not at all.

They'll avert their eyes,
They'll avoid you.
You're just a hoodrat
Who's out past curfew.
You're obviously up to evil,
You're no **** good
Cause you're living in the country
But they know you're from the hood.
That cigarette hangin' out
From in between your cracked lips
Makes them all think
You don't got a purpose.
But they don't even care,
They don't wanna know you.
All they know about you
Is the window that they see through.

Welcome to Wonderland,
A place to feed your head.
Welcome to Wonderland,
Where you can only go in bed.
Welcome to Wonderland,
Where creativity abounds.
Welcome to Wonderland,
A place where your feet won't touch the ground.
Welcome to Wonderland,
A place to free your mind.
Welcome to Wonderland,
Where when you search, you find.
Welcome to Wonderland,
A place to feed your head.
Welcome to Wonderland,
Where you can only go when you're dead.

Show me your scars
And I will run my fingers over them
To show you I am not afraid.
Show me your bruises,
Black purple and blue,
And I will kiss them til they heal.
Show me your broken heart, my dear,
And I will give you mine
Until yours is mended once more.

I've always wanted to travel the world.
So I will trek,
Across your skin,
Sail through your veins,
And climb over each goosebump.
Your bones will guide me,
So that I don't lose my way.
I'll explore the ridges of your lips,
And swim in the pools
That are your eyes.
I've always wanted to travel the world,
But your heart
Is where I'll make my home.

Crowded rooms
Are the emptiest places
For rebels and outcasts.

I got a couple dents in the fender
Of my ****** car,
A couple rips in my best pair
Of my cheap jeans.
My scuffed up high tops
Are wearing thin,
Imperfection is my
New best friend.
My favorite t-shirt has
A couple of holes,
And my wallet's thinner than
My shoe's soles.
The scars on my skin
Are bright and white.
Imperfection is my
New best friend.
The streets of my ghetto
Are graffitied and dark,
And the knives in our pockets
Always stay sharp.
Though my best has a couple
Of nicks and cracks.
Imperfection is my
New best friend.