Somewhere inside the cold, I stood in it and watched The snow came down slowly around me I hid from my depression but Eventually, it found me I ran away but it came I'll never live to find fame Fortune is relative, I said as I died. As I rode the bus home, I turned my head And watched the world flash by People on their lives, me on mine And sometimes it makes me cry Everyone wants to stare at me They spit and they hiss They make it hard for me to live but still I just wish I didn't hate Chicago now Still I try to soldier on But my leg catches something and I fall Quicksand, and I sink in deep This is my life now It used to be unique But now it looks like everyone else's around me... Bleak.Birth sign: Aries
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