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This Is My Song

In fear I sit and think about what I may have done wrong,
Then it appeared to me these people's feet did not belong.
So why do you look at me like you think I've done something wrong?
Feet do not get stepped on if they're put where they belong.

Could what I think just be the tweak- possibly- am I wrong?
Unless itz you and me I feel like I just don't belong.
Somebody set me free what I think right comes out wrong,
Stop me I'm a freak- a penitentiary is where I belong.

Deep in the trees colourless leaves falling to the ground
Crumbled up debris now do ya sees where I'm coming from?
Somebody please help me release this before it haunts,
Me till I can't breathe and cannot seize the combustion.

Sometimes I think this life's a dream that goes on and on,
Everything seems to bring me stinging feelings in my heart.
I'm blind without a wife drop that knife what's going on?
I still can't sleep I'm not a creep just look into my heart.

This is what I write this is my whole life this is my song,
This is what I feel sometimes surreal but itz from my heart.
This world is f@c#ed up, no one to trust but now you know,
Mentally read these verses bleeding out my soul.

So take the time to make things right before too long,
You forget how to feel lose all appeal and fall apart.
I'll fight, kick, scratch and bite for the things I yearn and long,
This is what I feel sometimes surreal but itz from my heart.