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Social Fanatics.
Freaks and Geeks.
Fat Ass Outcasts.
Bad Ass G's.
Fuck the staff.
And the criticism, too.
You're the Loser.
And I'm not you.
It is here where I began to see. How hard things were really going to be.
Alcohol and drugs all over the school. I pray that I won't be such a fool.
Too many girls are pregnant, having babies. Diseases are spreading now like rabies.
I hear the parent's crying voices. Begging their kids to make the right choices.
I hope now to change a lot of lives. Before Graduation really arrives.
A stranger inside me. Here yet unshown. Dark and dangerous, therefore unknown. Watching and criticizing every move that I make. So I hide it, I fear it. This is the risk that I take. A stranger inside, under my skin. Not letting it out, stretching me thin. Day after day, I lose my strength. It must be kept internal, to any length. Harder and harder, this faith that I lack. Used to be normal. There's no turning back. Farther and farther, I keep pushing away. Must keep them safe, the price I must pay. Here I am alone, yet the strangers still near. Whispering and screeching these words in my ear. This pain that I feel, this pain that I take. I can't hold it no longer, I am going to break.
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