Lunchbox-mi6

You think that i＇m not cool Hard to deny...what＇s wrong with me A softer side To compromise It＇s all i have for my teenage mind It＇s not the first time that i found All my friends just put me down I had to, force them＇ to understand That i＇m not as, dumb as they think i am Now they＇re still making fun of me Miami vice, my favorite show, on so many years ago And sonny crocket was the, man that i hoped i would be I bought the shades and bought the clothes And wore pink pastel colors so I could fit in, with the crowd, what was wrong with me They always seem... when they＇re around To make it, ＂a＂ point, to put me down Without a trace, another case, of retro 80＇s so called friends of mine I am, a burned out loser and I can, pretend, all the pressures that are Going through my mind, i＇m still captain geek divine Now once again, i＇ve been, the subject of my own joke played on me I cannot lie, i grew a mullet to comply With all the fads that, everyone would try like tab one calorie And i would do most anything, to gain a friend or just be seen As a member of the in crowd, don＇t feel sorry for me