Strip Dance You can strip me of my pride. Strip me of my joy. You see me as meak and weak As a childish little boy. You can't strip me of my freedom. Can't strip me of who I am. You put on your happy face But I can see right through your scam. You try to strip me of my righteousness Try to strip me of my mind. You can push and mame all you want. But emptiness is what you'll find.
Reason for writing:
inspired by the twisted society of high school.
Birth sign: Libra
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