It's not hard to be unique in a school of a hundred But it's too hard to be unique so no one tries to one-up it So then you mushing in a room With these scanty-dressed goons You rock all afternoon to repetitive tunes Till they howling at the moon And you wanna leave soon But they pulling you back and you wanna break away And at the end of the day You'll be chillin' with the pack And they be calling out hacks If you deviate from destiny Telling me I'm a weird b**h Cause I don't hang out with the cool kids Bullsh**