Why can't you see?
There's no way you're gonna scare me.
You're nothing compared to my posse.
We're a pack of enraged wolves; you're a couple of bees.
And soon you're gonna be
Crumbling underneath us.
Why can't you see?

So you wear Arepostle and a ton of makeup; big deal.
At least I know that my face is real.
And I know that everything I feel
Can be expressed without worrying whether I'll have any friends the
next day.
What you have isn't a big deal.

You say I don't have a single friend.
What an interesting message you send.
Just because I don't bend
To the demands of society?
The people who surround you are ready to rend
Apart your very soul with their severe twists and bends
Of your own words.
And I have no friends???

So, please, just go away.
Leave me my video games to play.
And my odd, anarchic things to say.
You're the night, and I'm the day.
Opposites we'll always stay.
And I will never stray
From my path, driven by 'Fuct Up Kid' which is blaring in my
headphones.
Just go away.


 
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