My name’s Twilight, I’m fine like, I don’t like people
And the girls I go to school with suck but I like Spike
He’s my dog - here’s a picture, are we finished?
Cus I don’t mean to disrespect your field or your business
But none of you fucks do your jobs, I’ve seen like six specialists
Each write mixed messages while I’m just working through my probs
I don’t know why my mother keeps on sending me
Maybe feeling like she’s doing something’s a dependency
And yeah that kinda gets to me, I beat it back defensively
When getting questioned weekly by you jokers is a tendency
I told her that I’m seventeen but she’s living the past
Like ten years ago I screamed cus they were whistling in class
And wouldn’t stop it, now I’m sposed to be kissing your ass
Cus dad won’t talk to me himself? Hell, I’m wishing he’d asked
Your soft science schtick doesn’t impress me, don’t test me
But I’ve got time so let me dump some shit to help my chest breathe

I’m not like most people,
Cus most people don’t know shit and flow feeble
Just because I think you need to find some more information
It doesn’t mean I’m crazy and I’ll wind up in your basement
But keep pretending that I’m wrong and I won’t hear that
I’m not weird and I don’t like hearing shit said about years back
This much living in the damn dark’ll make my tears black
Quiet hands and loud silences leave a real scab

Told other people’s opinions matter since nine, it’s a lie
And I don’t like books, just the writing inside is my grind
I’m not even having conversation, just tryn to survive
Til the day their ears’ll open up and my time’ll arrive
Which is never - got petty teachers getting mad at me
Cus I don’t need their help to get to Everton Academy
The pain’s the way it has to be - I hope these mend
I broke three pens, go fuck off cus I don’t need friends
And Mom and Dad only speaking to me throw the chores
The relationship could leave me tired falling overboard
I’m over bored with the shit they won’t shut up about
Won’t try another topic when I’m rockin like a hundred thou
It’s awful and I’m walking out at half of a chance
Drawing graphs in advance of where I’ll happen to stand
On each issue, reach tissues when I ask for the grants
I’d rule the world but I’m trapped in a trance, time’s up.

I’m not like most people,
Cus most people don’t know shit and flow feeble
Just because I think you need to find some more information
It doesn’t mean I’m crazy and I’ll wind up in your basement
But keep pretending that I’m wrong and I won’t hear that
I’m not weird and I don’t like hearing shit said about years back
This much living in the damn dark’ll make my tears black
Quiet hands and loud silences leave a real scab