it always seems to me I'm on the outside looking in maybe it's a sin; hey it's not in but i think it's best I must be blessed I see through you people who can open windows number few hide the cancer that you breed on me you can not feed When will they look? it's their minds that you took then you lost your own misplaced behind your throne When you fall I can't catch you I need some air Somebody open the door
Reason for writing:
I do not fit in. I do not want to fit in. It sucks to fit in. I do not fit in.
Birth sign: Taurus
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