They all were together and happy Why I can't be there, with them? Am I an alien? Or something that looks so strange I had all body parts like them And i had feelings may be more than them But still my place was in dark A corner of my school's class I asked my parents, why i'm different? They answered, "you're precious" But do they throw precious things away? Is precious things do hurt everyone? That no one wants to hold my hand no one sits near me in lunch Do precious people can't effort to play To laugh and swing like others Is there no place for me? And the questions in my head bursts I'm not a child anymore I know i'm not precious, I'm dumb "No, you're not" i felt a voice in my ears It was mine I'm not dumb, I'm poor, tired lioness I can stand, I can laugh I can do what they can't And the journey starts Not to be like them, they're so cheap But to be better than them To make them crave to hold my han...