Average Whiteboy
Bluelighter
I am so far away, I'm never to be found
I'm all bruised up, and lying on the ground
From where I lay there is one thing I see
A beautiful sunlit Apple Tree
It's leaves are bright green, and it's apples shinny red
I'm the apple no one sees, on the ground looking dead
Everyone likes those apples placed way up in that tree
Cozy and warm from the sunlight and hidden behind the leaves
I'm the apple on the ground, the one all alone and cold
Unlike the other apples, I'm all bruised up and old
Once I was a shinny new apple, placed way up in that tree
Then a girl came along and right out of the tree, she knocked me
She rolled and kicked me all around
She threw rocks at me as well
I wish the bitch who did this to me, will rot and burn in hell
I am cold and alone, lying on the ground
Not one damn apple down here no leaves, nothing around
From time to time a shinny apple will fall
But Someone comes along placing it back with all
I wish that someone would come along, and place me back up there
But Someone can't see me, 'cause Someone doesn't care
"Hello, yeah I am down here, think you could give me a hand dear?"
Damn bitch, was it something I said?
Or may it just be the fact I'm not red?
Are you trying to say, that I cannot be saved?
Because I am a different color, 'cause I'm not the same?
Everytime I scream out to you, you don't even bother to turn
Now my skin is frying in the sun, are you going to just let me burn?
"Hey Trick you know what? I am not changing to be free I'd rather be who I am on the ground then up in that boring old tree."
Someone will come along, one beautiful and bright sunny day
She will except me for who I am and take me far away
I'm a thousand times better than them, because I am me
Unlike you shinny stupid apples I do not pretend to be happy
Who cares if I look crappy?
You know what, you stupid little apples?
One day you will finally see, you will be stuck in that tree
When I am loved and set free
I'll have a bright green stem, and I will be bright shinny red
You'll soon realize how alone you really are, and begin to look dead
You will all wish you were not stuck in that tree
And you will notice, I have won
Now you stupid apples who are up there
You won't be caught when you fall
In the end, she wasn't what you thought, she does not care at all
So for right now I will lie here all bruised up on the ground
Where no one can see me, and no one is around
I'm all bruised up, and lying on the ground
From where I lay there is one thing I see
A beautiful sunlit Apple Tree
It's leaves are bright green, and it's apples shinny red
I'm the apple no one sees, on the ground looking dead
Everyone likes those apples placed way up in that tree
Cozy and warm from the sunlight and hidden behind the leaves
I'm the apple on the ground, the one all alone and cold
Unlike the other apples, I'm all bruised up and old
Once I was a shinny new apple, placed way up in that tree
Then a girl came along and right out of the tree, she knocked me
She rolled and kicked me all around
She threw rocks at me as well
I wish the bitch who did this to me, will rot and burn in hell
I am cold and alone, lying on the ground
Not one damn apple down here no leaves, nothing around
From time to time a shinny apple will fall
But Someone comes along placing it back with all
I wish that someone would come along, and place me back up there
But Someone can't see me, 'cause Someone doesn't care
"Hello, yeah I am down here, think you could give me a hand dear?"
Damn bitch, was it something I said?
Or may it just be the fact I'm not red?
Are you trying to say, that I cannot be saved?
Because I am a different color, 'cause I'm not the same?
Everytime I scream out to you, you don't even bother to turn
Now my skin is frying in the sun, are you going to just let me burn?
"Hey Trick you know what? I am not changing to be free I'd rather be who I am on the ground then up in that boring old tree."
Someone will come along, one beautiful and bright sunny day
She will except me for who I am and take me far away
I'm a thousand times better than them, because I am me
Unlike you shinny stupid apples I do not pretend to be happy
Who cares if I look crappy?
You know what, you stupid little apples?
One day you will finally see, you will be stuck in that tree
When I am loved and set free
I'll have a bright green stem, and I will be bright shinny red
You'll soon realize how alone you really are, and begin to look dead
You will all wish you were not stuck in that tree
And you will notice, I have won
Now you stupid apples who are up there
You won't be caught when you fall
In the end, she wasn't what you thought, she does not care at all
So for right now I will lie here all bruised up on the ground
Where no one can see me, and no one is around
