*is there a special rule book, that tells you how to be?
All the right things to say and do, that they have and not me?
Slowly I am wothering, a flower deprived of sun.
Longing to belong to, somehwere or someone.
I wonder why god put me here, when clearly I don't belong.
Or else they wouldn't send us away, I guess we can't get along.
Nobody would even notice, if I just went away.
Cause' I'm not fit for this place called earth, and I cannot stand to stay.
You can cry, but they won't take sympathy
because you're less than human
You can try to run, but they'll just **** you quicker
because you're barely human
And I can pray to God that they spare my life, but not even God can stop them
because, I guess, I'm not even human*
LDW
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
*is there a special rule book, that tells you how to be?
All the right things to say and do, that they have and not me?
Slowly I am wothering, a flower deprived of sun.
Longing to belong to, somehwere or someone.
I wonder why god put me here, when clearly I don't belong.
Or else they wouldn't send us away, I guess we can't get along.
Nobody would even notice, if I just went away.
Cause' I'm not fit for this place called earth, and I cannot stand to stay.
You can cry, but they won't take sympathy
because you're less than human
You can try to run, but they'll just **** you quicker
because you're barely human
And I can pray to God that they spare my life, but not even God can stop them
because, I guess, I'm not even human*
LDW
