The Network
I dont like any of you,
why don't you like me?
Because I am different and I am surreal,
and have different interests abroad,
does not mean that we can not be friends,
because friends is better than being a fraud.
I dont like any of you,
but my fists stay clenched in rage,
because I am different,
and I am surreal,
and you can't understand the words on the page.
So I stay mad at my self all the time,
and it's really my feeling that I hate,
while the feeling I search for I can not find,
because that feeling is great.
I do not like the things you like,
and I probably never will,
but we can still connect with eachother,
before I get that record deal.
BKrabbit
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