The Ride of Los Angeles

I´m on the outside.
Afraid of looking in.
Bleeding one on the outside.
You know i´m not your kind.
If everyone was as plain as me.
Your city would not be.
If everyone was the same as me.
Your city would not be.
You say u wanna ride?
I fell on the outside.
I´ll never be the same.
If you´re not somebody.
I won´t remember your name.
Cuz everyone is stairs for me.
And fame is what I breathe.
I´m born again to make you leave.
If you have nothing to give me.