I have one of those faces, which goes from looking grumpy/sad/in a bad mood, to the other extreme. I found myself often misjudged and left feeling that I don’t fit in. I am most happy when I am around creative/interesting people. My wife fits into the latter, there is nothing boring about Susie. She seems to be instantly liked wherever we go, which is good as it means that we are 50% of the way there. Of course, although Susie gets on with everyone it still doesn’t make me feel that I fit in. I am that square peg in that round hole worried about how other people perceive me. When you think about it, not a lot has changed from when I was a teenager, with the exception that I have Susie in my life. 

Verse One
Sometimes I see that people don’t understand,
cause the don’t like the way I am.
Sometimes they make such a song and dance
and they don’t think that it makes me mad.

Chorus
Sometimes I think, have I got two heads?
Or maybe a patch and one wooden leg?
What do they see when they look at me sometimes?

Verse Two
I try to fit in but it’s killing me!
I don’t fit in the mold they have.
Sometimes I feel that I could lose control,
cause they can’t accept me for what I am.

Chorus
Sometimes I think, have I got two heads?
Or maybe a patch and one wooden leg?
What do they see when they look at me sometimes?

Mid
Now don’t think about it, try to rise above it.
They ain’t really worth it, try to float above it.
You know this world’s a prison unless you have the vision.
So they paint me as a villan, it’s their reflection, me it isn’t!
If I tried to walk on water, they’d crucify me and put me under.
I shouldn’t even think about it, they never really going to get it.
Live your life and don’t regret it, yeah they’ll never ever get it!

Chorus
Sometimes I think, have I got two heads?
Or maybe a patch and one wooden leg?
What do they see when they look at me sometimes?