What Dead Men Have and Rich Require
Saturday, March 22, 2014
No one likes different. No one likes different a lot.
I'm here and I'm with all my friends
But their backs are turned to me.
So I dance away the pain of being the odd number.
Wishing I was just looking at your eyes.
Wishing i was no one.
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