STAND ØUT VF THE CRØWD
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I'm a white crow among brainless hens, I am alone, there's no sense TO HAVE A FRIEND, Uh, There is no one who can understand me, ONLY I CAN, I've a star in my forehead, I'm SELF-CONFIDENT. Well, If I'm any different, they immediately call me a nihilist, This is in a sense proud but in fact discriminate, I cannot keep my chin all the same high, I don't like the way they see me, I DON'T LIKE THIS WAY, I BECOME A LAUGHIN' STOCK, I AIN'T LIKE THEIR SIGHTS. I just cannot face them all, In any case, they'll drag me to the bottom, But no, I can't just fall down, Look EVERYONE 'ROUND wants to SEE ME IN THE CROWD... IN THE CROWD... If I'm not in their bunch they stand on their toes, But somehow I don't give a fuck, I DON'T NEED THOSE EXTRA HOES, When I was betrayed EVERYONE RESIDUALLY THEN LOST MY TRUST, YEAH, WHY IS EVERYONE SO ENVIOUS? I'M JUST TRYNA CLIMB THE LADDER, ALL YOUR ATTEMPTS TO THROW ME DOWN IS A WASTE OF TIME, YOU FOLLOW THE PATTERN, AND YOU GET MAD WHEN SOMEONE GETS BETTER, I ADVISE YOU TO GO TO A PSYCHOLOGIST OR IMMEDIATELY TO A PSYCHIC CHAMBER... The pressure that they point to me, Shouldn't break or change me, Their words are white noise to me, Nothing'll stop their wave of hatin'... That's why I think ALONE, Got no numbers ON MY PHONE, I had friends but when they entered my mind AT THAT TIME THEY WERE GONE...
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
Ah the recent scenario of life.
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