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You stare at my with the look of hate

As you begin to separate

Me from all my friends

Who I would save from evil ends

Then you stare with daggers in your eyes

I try to block out all your lies

Something inside of me awakes

Then I have to hit the brakes

So I begin thinking about who I am

Then as you light the fuse all I hear is BAM!

You tell me not to listen to the music that I love

Then you try to make yourself look as innocent as a dove

Black clothing is what I like

But when you told me no I was drilled with a spike

Now the clothing I wear makes people call me a dike

But you tell me that is what I am not like

Still you continue on

With your lectures on the dawn

Piercings, neckties, and certain necklaces are silly

But I just wanted to wear a t-shirt that said Chilly Willy

That is not allowed into my home

So I have a restless soul that roams

Spikes of any kind will not be permitted

Now I wonder if I can get acquitted

For living with such people that cannot see

Who I am and what is really me

Sharp objects are not for girls to use

But when I get one I plan to abuse

The people who cannot see

Who I am and what is really me

You are always so morbid about life

If you were me you would see my strife

But since they have no idea what school has become

I still try to use their standards to be someone

I can give up if I may

But to what extent will I have today

I cannot choose what I like

But it’s ok to suffer and be called a dike

They just can't see

Who I am and what is really me

They say they know exactly what goes on in my head

If they did their spirits would be dead

Some things are best left unsaid

But in the silence do you wish that I was dead

You people completely fuck with my head

Telling me one thing and doing another

I am surprised I still have a brother

But you will never see

Who I have become and what is really me