Chevelle: The Red
They say freak,
I, Leah Clearwater, am a freak of nature. I shouldn't exist. I'm the only one of my kind, God forbid they let me forget it.
When you're singled out,
I can hear it now, the way they talk about me. "Look there's Leah, no one wants her."
The red, well it filters through.
I feel the familiar shiver go up my spine, I can feel my body changing.
So lay down, the threat is real,
And no matter how hard I try to hold on to my humanity
When her sight goes red again.
The animal inside me takes over
Seeing red again,
And I phase
Seeing red again.
And then I run.
This change, she won't contain,
I am no longer human. I am a beast, an animal. I have no control
Slip away, to clear your mind.
Running helps me think. But all I can think about is how I hate what I am. Who I am.
When asked, who made it show,
The truth, she gives in to most.
It doesn't take much to make me phase. There's enough anger built up inside me, I just let it out.
So lay down, the threat is real,
When her sight goes red again.
Will I always live this way? In constant danger of bursting into a wolf? Will I ever be normal, just a normal girl. Will I ever be Leah again?
Seeing red again.....
Or will I always be angry?
They say freak...
When you're singled out.
Will I always be the outcast?
