| I know what they think of me
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| I just don’t care
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| No one tells me to my face
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| They’d never dare
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| When you come from somewhere else
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| Everything feels strange
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| So much pressure to conform
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| But I don’t wanna change…
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| Like a square peg in a round hole
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| I never fit in;
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| But I won’t beg, or sell my soul
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| I’m stronger within
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| There were time s when I would try
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| To play along
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| Folks would laugh at me, but never say why
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| I’d got it wrong
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| You can stand up in a crowd with ten thousand people
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| And still be on your own
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| So if faking friends means that I’ll be your equal
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| I’d rather be, rather be alone…
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| Like a square peg in a round hole
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| I never fit in;
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| But I won’t beg, or sell my soul
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| I’m stronger within
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| (And if you ever feel like I feel
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| You would understand)
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| Although some days it hurts you inside
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| Just hold on to your pride…
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| Like a square peg in a round hole
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| I never fit in;
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| But I won’t beg, or sell my soul
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| I’m stronger within
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| Like a square peg in a round hole
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| No, don’t ever fit in
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| So you don’t beg, or sell your soul
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| Oh, you’re stronger within |