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by Chris Young Mar 1, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
Look around you simple child, and tell me why do you dream, of being worth so much more, when nothing is your name. they call you frail or stupid, they laugh at all your friends, be like them that's all you need, be like them the only choice you'll see... so why do you think you're worth so little? and who do you think cares? when all the rot and stench is gone, the corpse remains the same. and why I ask does it matter, just what you seem to be? and who the heck gave them the right, to tell others what to see? the mirror clearly viewed, as decay controls your fate, but keep fighting for their respect, you're a loser just the same. so why do you think you're worth so little? and who do you think cares? when all the rot and stench is gone, the corpse remains the same. and why I ask does it matter, just what you seem to be? and who the heck gave them the right, to tell others what to see? so strive to make yourself worthwhile, when you realize you can't succeed, come to me my small child, be worthless just like me... grant me the company... you're worth something to me.