The few places I've felt where I don't belong:
Somehow wound in corridors of an office building
And, secondly, my school's halls
The one, an escapade of boredom, yet we're born estranged unto the other
This latter would've been fine and inconsequential today if not the birthplace founded out of outdated divine degenerocity
Well, certain folk, certain people, certain friends I've met on high
Every time we crossed paths when under a break in the mundanity, my chest filled with hope
And that sulken overcast dissipated for a moment
And it's too, in that moment
In that dispersion which lets room for the optimistic of things
Where I can feel strength in this shared though therein:
Though I wish that it be untrue
I could sure use some help
'Cause I can not do this by myself
Though I wish these words be untrue
This place is truly unwell
We all can peak behind their tell
One day I'll pierce straight out this hell
'Till then I could surely use some help
Ah-ah-ah
Like a bandsaw blade or a tourniquet
Everyone and their moms are just 'tryna get
Something to fray, well must be hard to debate
When the ones that you hate aren't the ones to complain in the first place
Talking 'bout you f*ckers in the mainstay
Per say naysay gateways persuade day-trade playthings' paydays in-
In not so great ways
If I'm gonna be honest, I'd do without
Ignoranced bigotry from here on out
Where did you come from, when did you show
Compassion; empathy? f*ck do I know? And if
Things really do change for the better
I'll be waiting in the admission room
Demanding us see your letter
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English
The few places I've felt where I don't belong:
Somehow wound in corridors of an office building
And, secondly, my school's halls
The one, an escapade of boredom, yet we're born estranged unto the other
This latter would've been fine and inconsequential today if not the birthplace founded out of outdated divine degenerocity
Well, certain folk, certain people, certain friends I've met on high
Every time we crossed paths when under a break in the mundanity, my chest filled with hope
And that sulken overcast dissipated for a moment
And it's too, in that moment
In that dispersion which lets room for the optimistic of things
Where I can feel strength in this shared though therein:
Though I wish that it be untrue
I could sure use some help
'Cause I can not do this by myself
Though I wish these words be untrue
This place is truly unwell
We all can peak behind their tell
One day I'll pierce straight out this hell
'Till then I could surely use some help
Ah-ah-ah
Like a bandsaw blade or a tourniquet
Everyone and their moms are just 'tryna get
Something to fray, well must be hard to debate
When the ones that you hate aren't the ones to complain in the first place
Talking 'bout you f*ckers in the mainstay
Per say naysay gateways persuade day-trade playthings' paydays in-
In not so great ways
If I'm gonna be honest, I'd do without
Ignoranced bigotry from here on out
Where did you come from, when did you show
Compassion; empathy? f*ck do I know? And if
Things really do change for the better
I'll be waiting in the admission room
Demanding us see your letter
Somehow wound in corridors of an office building
And, secondly, my school's halls
The one, an escapade of boredom, yet we're born estranged unto the other
This latter would've been fine and inconsequential today if not the birthplace founded out of outdated divine degenerocity
Well, certain folk, certain people, certain friends I've met on high
Every time we crossed paths when under a break in the mundanity, my chest filled with hope
And that sulken overcast dissipated for a moment
And it's too, in that moment
In that dispersion which lets room for the optimistic of things
Where I can feel strength in this shared though therein:
Though I wish that it be untrue
I could sure use some help
'Cause I can not do this by myself
Though I wish these words be untrue
This place is truly unwell
We all can peak behind their tell
One day I'll pierce straight out this hell
'Till then I could surely use some help
Ah-ah-ah
Like a bandsaw blade or a tourniquet
Everyone and their moms are just 'tryna get
Something to fray, well must be hard to debate
When the ones that you hate aren't the ones to complain in the first place
Talking 'bout you f*ckers in the mainstay
Per say naysay gateways persuade day-trade playthings' paydays in-
In not so great ways
If I'm gonna be honest, I'd do without
Ignoranced bigotry from here on out
Where did you come from, when did you show
Compassion; empathy? f*ck do I know? And if
Things really do change for the better
I'll be waiting in the admission room
Demanding us see your letter
Writer: Charles Anthony
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