My frivolous Life is torn,
my prideful mane is shorn.
This room of friends makes me so alone,
inside.
I know! i'm the cripple boy,
the one who really believed he had a chance,
a chence to fit in, then they all decided to play ball.
Well there I am half heartedly smug watching,
the thing fly by.
Just a guitar, missing more than one string.
Oh, I know, I hit the right chords.
ya I made sure of that, just my timing is so sad.
Surprisingly there is a way to God who loves
a person like me, something lovely like that
childhood blankey yellow and plaid.
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