This time I won't be hanging around I'll sever the ties that have me gagged and bound (your idle hands have tied you down) What's to lose, enemies or friends? What's the lynch mob's verdict, am I truth or am I trend? Its easier to avoid the sides than it is to choose one
Its easier to judge a voice than it is to use one Soap operas rot themselves from the inside out
Standards held on peers face their inventors with doubt Your flaws are fooling you They find themselves in others I'm a black sheep with a hidden smile Some things never change
You're a type Secretly jealous and horribly plain Exiled, from the best of the worst Your cure is my curse Your forest needs fire Your abstinence needs desire Your rubber neck needs barbed wire.
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