
Well...it's been a long time since I've uploaded anything, but I've had some stuff I've needed to get off my chest for a while. And I figured I may as well write it down in a poem once I started singing it. So here it is.
Normal is a fallacy
A mockery of the truth
Claiming “It’s what we need to be”
As it is set by those who can never be free.
Caged by their own distrust
Despising everything but their common lust.
Openly blame no one
But alone we are at the end of their gun.
Is this all there is for me?
Just lonely nights where I cry to sleep?
All I want them to see
Is that there’s more to me
Than a deviant, a stereotype
Something to point at and say “That’s not right”
I never fit their mold
Their hatred surrounds me, a freezing cold
All that they see, is that they’re not me
And that earns their spite eternally
Why do I try to change?
(To stop being ‘wrong’, to stop being ‘strange’)
Why do I hears these voices?
(It’s the price you pay for making the wrong choices.)
Oh god make them stop, lord please let it end.
(Every kindness we’ve shown you is pretend.)
Each moment I live, is one where I cry
(Then go ahead freak and just fucking die!)
Please don’t listen to them…
This worlds filled with darkness but I’ll be your friend.
A shining light, through the night.
Someone who doesn’t care what’s wrong or right.
What matters here isn’t clear.
But together we can be safe from our fears.
I’m not like you, you’re not like me.
But that’s the way life is meant to be.
I know that it’s hard, for this there’s no guide.
But together lets both do our best to survive.
We’re deviants, but that’s not wrong,
We have a different beat but play the same song.
Normal is a fallacy
A mockery of the truth
Claiming “It’s what we need to be”
As it is set by those who can never be free.
Caged by their own distrust
Despising everything but their common lust.
Openly blame no one
But alone we are at the end of their gun.
Is this all there is for me?
Just lonely nights where I cry to sleep?
All I want them to see
Is that there’s more to me
Than a deviant, a stereotype
Something to point at and say “That’s not right”
I never fit their mold
Their hatred surrounds me, a freezing cold
All that they see, is that they’re not me
And that earns their spite eternally
Why do I try to change?
(To stop being ‘wrong’, to stop being ‘strange’)
Why do I hears these voices?
(It’s the price you pay for making the wrong choices.)
Oh god make them stop, lord please let it end.
(Every kindness we’ve shown you is pretend.)
Each moment I live, is one where I cry
(Then go ahead freak and just fucking die!)
Please don’t listen to them…
This worlds filled with darkness but I’ll be your friend.
A shining light, through the night.
Someone who doesn’t care what’s wrong or right.
What matters here isn’t clear.
But together we can be safe from our fears.
I’m not like you, you’re not like me.
But that’s the way life is meant to be.
I know that it’s hard, for this there’s no guide.
But together lets both do our best to survive.
We’re deviants, but that’s not wrong,
We have a different beat but play the same song.
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