- cifra
Brow skin, hazel eyes
1991, the start of my life
California, down to Georgia and
Back to cali again
Didn't have a ton of friends
I didn't fit in
I tried real hard but it didn't stick
So I learned to play an instrument
And sing just how I feel
Now I'm getting older and I know that
Some things really change
But one thing still remains
That I was made to be
A little different, not ordinary
I don't fit in with everybody
But I stand for who I am
And who I'm made to be
A little different, not ordinary
I don't fit in with everybody
But I stand for who I am
And who I'm made to be
And at the end of the day
When fads and fashion fade
One thing will remain
That I'm a little different
Oh oh oh oh
I'm a little different
Oh oh oh oh
I'm a little different
