STAND ØUT VF THE CRØWD
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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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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