The Minority
I just wonder if anyone feels like I do, because like every other sixteen year old on the planet, i feel very much alone.
It's never easy being the shack in a world of mansions
Or the weed in a field of daisies
And I've broken my share of mirrors, for other's gleams
And my heart's been ripped out and anxiety has taken its toll
With the moon and the words blaring, my mind snaps
And I'm right back to where I started
With the shard of glass
With the broken mirror
And I let my head fall back, and my repent comes
On an arbitrary note, I read my book
And nobody gets what it is like to be the lone soul
The minority
The fearful
The shy
The awkward
The target
The me
But as long as I object
And don't conform
And live on and leave
Maybe I'll walk through heaven's doors
And maybe just one person will take the walk with me
Or the weed in a field of daisies
And I've broken my share of mirrors, for other's gleams
And my heart's been ripped out and anxiety has taken its toll
With the moon and the words blaring, my mind snaps
And I'm right back to where I started
With the shard of glass
With the broken mirror
And I let my head fall back, and my repent comes
On an arbitrary note, I read my book
And nobody gets what it is like to be the lone soul
The minority
The fearful
The shy
The awkward
The target
The me
But as long as I object
And don't conform
And live on and leave
Maybe I'll walk through heaven's doors
And maybe just one person will take the walk with me
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