Black sheep, oh black sheep,
why d'you get so down
when you go on your way about the world?
Is it 'cos they mock your mottled coat
and howl insults at your long face?
Black sheep, black sheep,
why d'you still let them treat you like so?
Is it 'cos they say they're friends?
But you know better than that;
they wouldn't stay for much longer, don't you know?
So what if you're different?
So what if you'd rather not remain the same all the time?
The rest of those who matter won't see you as your colour
they'll see your spirit and life and think
'How beautiful.'
So,
Black sheep, dear black sheep,
don't let your ears hear what they're saying.
It's okay to keep on as you are - hold steady and stay.
Be who you'd rather be and forget all the others
Because you don't give a crap if-
If they define you by their own standards, and--
I am how I like to be
And
screw you
if you think I should be otherwise.
I'm frustrated by your apathy.
Goodnight.