Different in This Town

Sometimes I stop and start to see,

There’s something rare in being me.

I’m not like them — and that’s okay,

But some nights, it’s hard to stay.

*(Chorus)*

Being different cuts and heals,

A mix of joy and pain I feel.

In this world so big, so wide,

I’m just trying to love the me inside.

*(Bridge)*

There’s beauty in this lonely art,

But it still hurts to stand apart.

*(Final Line)*

I’m different — and that’s my truth,

Both my burden and my proof.

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