Judging ( Guys point of View)

They go judging me on my outside appearance,
Even though my inside isn't equally near it.
It's on another level,
It's higher than the ceiling,
It's on top of a building.
I'm not trying to make it seem like all these girls are villains,
Even though my heart is what they're killing.
My heart is screaming out,
But I'm the only one that hears it.
But I'm not going near it,
Because I fear it.
Because it has been hurt too much,
And I don't want to make it worse because it has to work too much.
And now it doesn't has a chance because it's in pieces.
And nobody bothers to sweep it.
They just look at it and leave it.
So my heart isn't making any progress,
It's not getting any achievements.
How could it when nobody gives me a chance.
Nobody is a fan of the man in band.
They just want to take the most popular dude to the dance.
They ain't looking at the A's or the grades of a guy,
They just looking at their body and their face and that's why.

They go judging
And judging,
And judging me.
So they don't get a chance to see the real me.
They don't get a chance to see who I am.
Because they go judging on the outside instead of the in.