Victim of circumstance Feels like there's eyes on me Walk into a room And that's all I see Socially ostracized by the lies you assume Your face don't match your eyes I can read a room Yeah Consider me the black sheep Walking to my doom Feels like there's all these eyes on me Feels like my mind is playing tricks on me What I see Wondering how can it be? Play the judge, but all you do is assume Point the finger got three back at you Back at you Socially ostracized by the lies you assume Your face don't match your eyes I can read through you