Being different

All my life
Feeling like a clown
In a black tie dancing party
I danced ronk’n’roll
They danced jive

I never understood
Which face to take
Whether to smsile, laugh, pity or cry
Everthing was fake
As well I could wear a hood

I’m trying so hard
And all the time

Everyone tells me
You’re different
And all I just want
is to be one of them…

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