I long for people to be one of me
The “misfits”
The “freaks”
The “enemy”
We could start a colony
It could be anarchy
Or maybe everyone would just worship me
But they wouldn’t worship you
Because you’ve decided
You’re not one of us
You’ve decided to deny our trust
You took our puppy dog love
Took it and then crushed
Me were not happy
Me were hurt but me did not give up
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