They tried to make me perfect, they tried to make me gorgeous, they tried to make me idiot. They did, they made me furious.
Their pointed fingers make my eyes blood. Their handcuffs don't let my bruises cure. My voice is covered up by their horns. And they are expecting my hapiness...
They are not as good as they think, and i'm not as obidient as those dogs. I'm not the only insignificant thing they are trying to blind with fog.
The days are drawing in and no more the sky will be blue. Lick their feet, you'll get a cookie. Don't be you...
Arrested for having a life, interned for wishing peace, silented for an inocent word, ignored for the diference.
BUT I'M STILL ME!!!
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