i'm alone, but you point your finger and laugh at me
and thank god that you are nowhere
close to me because we're different and you try so hard to hate me,
to go home i'm alone and i cannot stay,
what do you know about being alone
has life ever had a suicidal tone,
no one wants to know me
for they slip me out, im outside looking in think
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