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Eight years old Head aching Heart breaking As a child I wept the days went by as a child I went to school I broke the rules I got labeled An outcast A rebel An anti-christ A trouble maker A real creator A real creator A real creator A real creator. Time went by I wondered why I even went to school I was there tool. They were teaching me What they wanted me to see But I saw through And I still do. And I don’t see Why society Has got to effect me Like I see It effects you I dont feel any attachment There needs be no interaction Cause I cant live There lies. What they have choosen For me. For us all To be. Slaves Who think they are free. Small comforts Can be A necessary Part of the illusion Its proven But tell me why Is it ok? Why do they think Its ok To live this way? Its not right. Its not right. My heart cries Its not right My spirit doesn’t lie And its putting up a fight With all its love and light. Its putting up a fight With all its love and light.
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC
A real creator
Eight years old Head aching Heart breaking As a child I wept the days went by as a child I went to school I broke the rules I got labeled An outcast A rebel An anti-christ A trouble maker A real creator A real creator A real creator A real creator. Time went by I wondered why I even went to school I was there tool. They were teaching me What they wanted me to see But I saw through And I still do. And I don’t see Why society Has got to effect me Like I see It effects you I dont feel any attachment There needs be no interaction Cause I cant live There lies. What they have choosen For me. For us all To be. Slaves Who think they are free. Small comforts Can be A necessary Part of the illusion Its proven But tell me why Is it ok? Why do they think Its ok To live this way? Its not right. Its not right. My heart cries Its not right My spirit doesn’t lie And its putting up a fight With all its love and light. Its putting up a fight With all its love and light.
These are actually just lyrics from an improv jam.
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allison-toby
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC
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