"hey pete" she said "it's not too late i still think that you're just great you need to wait in the right place where you'll meet a girl with good taste" "aw, ma don't you think i tried? i think there's something wrong inside i have no problem making friends but that's where the story ends" i have no problem hanging out then i see a glimpse of doubt and i don't understand what makes them not like me? i'm just trying to be myself but it's so far from everyone else and i don't understand what makes them not like me
"hey pete i see from what you said that the problem's all in your head and if you want to make a change you must let go of being strange." "yeah mom the problem's in my brain sometimes i really think i'm insane it goes much deeper than the beard deep down inside me i'm just weird i have no problem hanging out... maybe i'm just weird "you're not weird pete you're just fine and i'm proud to say you're mine regardless of the strange things you've done i'm so glad that you're my son i really think from what you said that the problem's all in your head and if you want to make a change you must let go of being strange"