Poeple can say what they want,
about others,
and if they want they can flaunt,
but in the end we all go home to our mothers,

people can say what they think,
when that person isn't around,
it all leads to the missing link,
that is still buried in the ground,

people can judge by what they see,
when they look at people,
but the way people dress shows their personality,
but still they judge people,

all they need to do is be nice,
to those who don't fit,
and don't treat them like mice,
and don't call them missfits,

all that teens want is to just fit in,
and make all kinds of friends,
if only people would just listen,
they would be able to feel their hearts mend,

and there is a high power,
that will judge them for their indecency,
and all the missfits will run through the flowers,
and there will be no democracy,

this is how I see it,
this is what I think,
this is how I dream it,
this is the missing link.