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Fuck this shit, I don't need this life.

I try to be good, all you give me is a knife.

I walk amongst the ppl, everyone different.

But they laugh, they cry, they act human.

I feel different in every way. 

Cause on the inside I'm insane. 

If I'm not like anyone else, how can I be considered humane.

My emotions lay balled up in my chest.

My mind running on things that pain me.

My feet keep moving but wondering aimlessly.

I have dreams of peace, tranquility, happiness.

But my future is dark, lonely, angry.

My life was looking up so many years ago on the field.

Is this my karma coming to eat me.

I don't want it to keep me down.

I want it to drive me, surface with new sounds.

Live in an ocean full of clouds.

Live with nothing to loose but already have everything.

For my mind might be different and misunderstood.

My ideas are logical built over years of the truth.

Yet I do not see where my knowledge comes.

You can say I studied the world,

And want to make more trips abroad.

I'm a student of humans and the good and the evil.

No one cares like I do, no one feels like yours truly.

I will always feel lonely, which is why I'm not understood.

You don't have like me, stomach me or even stand me.