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?