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feeling of being the odd one out. |
| Whenever I'm around them they talk about me like I'm not there, I wonder if they realise or if their even aware. That they ever had a daughter that was just like me They only notice two children, so why did they have three? I feel an odd one out, an ugly duckling of the crew When I see them as a family, it just feels even more true. So as I stand here in the kitchen and they chat along, I wonder if the notice, That something might be wrong. |