It’s pretty outside tonight. I think I’m like the moon, because I don’t choose, to be like the other stars, I feel lonely, no one is like me, feels like I’m an alien from mars. Why does it hurt to be so different? Relating to the moon, being lonely and used, the other stars stare, which I don’t think is fair, I feel like someone they want to lose, am I an alien? (Du dudu du) Can’t stand the sight, of the sunshine, it always steals the spotlight, I feel like I might, hurt more than twice, because they can never say something nice. Why does it hurt to be so different? Relating to the moon, being lonely and used, the other stars stare, which I don’t think is fair, I feel like someone they want to lose, am I an alien? (Du dudu du) Am I an alien (du du du du)x2, ohh, am I an (alien).
