Quit, run away, find something else
That’s something I use to do myself
Now I see things with clear eyes
My life is mine, now there’s a surprise
You have to find a passion and not bother with fashion
For those who yield to trends
Do so in the hope it defends

Pretending to live and lecturing us how to
Your opinion doesn’t matter to us as we are the few
The few that don’t stand up and get counted
The ones who are left in the shadows uncounted
We are the strong the lie beneath the weak
We are the so called freaks


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