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Why do you look at me and think you know me?
Who made you the god of people?
I am not that different
Since when did wearing a spiked bracelet make me an anarchist?
It’s just an accessory
I think it looks good on me
And I don’t care if you like it or not
So what if I don’t wear many colors
It’s just clothes
They don’t make me who I am
Who I am is what makes the clothes
Can you not see my tears?
I cry too, just like you
Its oppression and I yearn to be free
Is it so wrong to refer to death as a good thing?
I miss Grandpa just as much as you do
But I am happy for his passage, for everyone’s passage
Just because of my taboo thoughts I have become a sadist?
I don’t want to follow the mainstream
I do it if I like it
I’ve learned to brush off this ignorance
But I still wonder why
If you get to know me you’ll see
I’m not the death-worshipper you see
I love life
It’s the greatest gift anyone ever received
I would be heartless to ever want to take that away
Nonconformity doesn’t mean not doing what others do
It means to do what I feel like regardless of what others do
Is that so wrong?
Am I so wrong?
There are more like me than you think
Because there are others like you
Oppressing
I love people for who they are
Why can’t you?
I like to be with people who don’t quite understand
Because I can show them there is more than meets the eye
So much more
Your insults are so shallow
You insult yourself more than me
I have hobbies just like you
I have loves just like you
I listen to music just like you
So why do you treat me different?
Why must you divide?
I have different views than you
So what?
I may look like I’m dead
But you are the zombie that lives the way others want you too

Description
Why do you look at me and think you know me?
Who made you the god of people?
I am not that different
Since when did wearing a spiked bracelet make me an anarchist?
It’s just an accessory
I think it looks good on me
And I don’t care if you like it or not
So what if I don’t wear many colors
It’s just clothes
They don’t make me who I am
Who I am is what makes the clothes
Can you not see my tears?
I cry too, just like you
Its oppression and I yearn to be free
Is it so wrong to refer to death as a good thing?
I miss Grandpa just as much as you do
But I am happy for his passage, for everyone’s passage
Just because of my taboo thoughts I have become a sadist?
I don’t want to follow the mainstream
I do it if I like it
I’ve learned to brush off this ignorance
But I still wonder why
If you get to know me you’ll see
I’m not the death-worshipper you see
I love life
It’s the greatest gift anyone ever received
I would be heartless to ever want to take that away
Nonconformity doesn’t mean not doing what others do
It means to do what I feel like regardless of what others do
Is that so wrong?
Am I so wrong?
There are more like me than you think
Because there are others like you
Oppressing
I love people for who they are
Why can’t you?
I like to be with people who don’t quite understand
Because I can show them there is more than meets the eye
So much more
Your insults are so shallow
You insult yourself more than me
I have hobbies just like you
I have loves just like you
I listen to music just like you
So why do you treat me different?
Why must you divide?
I have different views than you
So what?
I may look like I’m dead
But you are the zombie that lives the way others want you too