Let me tell you the end of the beggining- Me

There was a town
Sorrounded by smog
Full of special people
They dress the same
Study the same
Travel to the same place in vacations

The travel arround the world, then they get back and marry the same old girlfriend
The stupid but pretty old girlfriend
They look at you, maybe talk with you
But quickly they scape and runaway, even though they like you
When you are talking looking them at their eyes, they can´t hide the interest
We talk about books, music, movies, art...
We have fun just a few minutes, then his real life again
It´s time to leave, it´s time to escape of this mental place.

They have a very stable life, succesful and secure future
The will have a pretty girl, filled by their interest, of course in a lower level (they must me admired)

It´s hard to be a girl
I have just a few friends
I´ve got to get out of here

All this years I have developed a cold brain
I blush, it´s like a deseas caused by the society
Like a traffic red light is activated making me press the brake

I´ve always been different
My mother didn´t knew the rules of this strange city
I really thought I was an outsider, that someone was observing my strange thoughts
Dark kid thougts
I tried to be a good girl
All I recived where deceptions
So then I became unsociable and put a cuirasse on
I wanted to be kind
But the the society invented stories
To avoid them I refugee in my studies
Then I decreased the probabilities to interact with this patterns, the end was perfectly predictable.

As a consecuence I had relations with stupid, low IQ, but different guys
The result: Love disasters , and still just few things learned
I was the wrong girl...

There are things I can´t understand
Why they go to church?
Why they pretend they are not a pattern?
Why if you are gay you are standing with beautiful girls?
Why you follow my game?
Charlatans!

Why don´t you scream in this boredom
Don´t you have dreams?
I´m waiting you
Now make your move in this chessboard
I am getting bored
But I am proud, I won´t leave the game

I´ll be back in the next match
And we will meet again
Maybe the setting will be your father in law office
There in the lonely financial zone
I will stay in the shade
Just watching you, waiting you to play
Look at me, I am so free
I´ll never wave bye bye
Even though you are part of the ghetto

I am dealing with life´s cold ecuation
It´s hardcore you know?
You know what! I just want to be your friend