Outcast are all around We are different not for good I am a outcast I am not proud I am not brave I am not bold I am not smart I am not cold
I am human for that we are the same I am not okay don’t ask me if I’m fine I am not bad or good I’m in between No one knows what to do I am an outcast I am not proud I am not brave I am not bold I am not smart I am not cold
What I am is an outcast I am human I am sad I have my thoughts I have my body I am decent maybe We don’t really know I am an outcast I know that I will be that Forever in my life
My little nose is frozen Ice cold like my genie’s hart You rub a lamp three times And a little genie pops out
My little nose still ice cold Twinkled to certain delight Everything around was cold as ice The cold genie is here
The cold genie grants three wishes Three wishes indeed But all three are not what they seem I rubbed the lamp so I have three wishes
I wish for warmth He puts everything on fire I wish for food He gives a live pig I ask why he is being cold The genie just doesn’t reply
I use my last wish On what could be the best I use the wish The genie is now at rest
People ask where the cold genie is Winter is gone Summer may begin My cold little nose stopped it’s twinkle My cold little nose is no longer cold The genie is gone no more wishes May that be good or bad Winter is gone
There is not enough rain in Oklahoma to wash the sins out of that house. Her mom is a angle in the ground. Her dad later there passed out on the couch. She heard the sirens screaming out. Some people call it taken shelter she called it sweet revenge. There is not enough wind in Oklahoma to rip the nails out of the past. Every brick every board every slamming door blown away. Every tear soaked whiskey memory blown away. Till there is nothing left standing nothing left of yesterday.