No Room For Me

trying to fit in has wore me out if i can't do anything for you, what's there to talk about? inconspicuous to your naked eye i'm yelled at if i'm wrong, but ignored if i'm right left to always fend for myself scratches left on my skin from trying to constantly fit in reminds me of the "Fat Man Squeeze" At a local park I went to when I was 13 I could not fit through no matter what and like you, that challenge told me to kiss it's butt tried to show that i'm a good friend who would be there for you through thick and thin but obviously for me, there is no room i've put all of my eggs in a basket too soon even if I became a lot more thin I still wouldn't be able to fit in Exchanges of texts Like the game of ping pong Dealing with me is like whacking a golf ball and telling it 'so long' lost in the grass, never picked up eventually drown in the water, just it's luck sinks down to the bottom of the murky lake and eventually engulfed by an earthquake no longer in sight, not worth being found i guess that's where i belong; underground me being myself has obviously been a sin i am sick and tired of trying to fit in