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We do things our own way,You're not part of it.We don't want you near us;Hide your freaking shit.You'll never fit in,Though we'll tell you, you will,Then we'll stab from behindAnd we'll kick 'til you're still.We'll tell you we're constant,And we won't be mean,Then we'll stamp on your heartAnd disable your dream.We'll say that we'll listen,Take into account,But really, we laughAn enormous amount.We'll tell you you're worth...

What soothing peace Overflows Like the current of an ocean Along a slender slope To swim against the tide And further upstream Where everything is burgundy Rivers run deeper Than the veins of an arm There's no cause for alarm No need to explain Two eyes to see All this melancholy Among the splendor Of a crystalline land Where pain is numbed By the thought of maybe What used to bring comfort Intensifies the envy