Mood: strange
Listening to: 'Nobody's Fool' by Avril Lavigne
Hungry for: grapes
Some people here hate me,
That I know,
They hate that I'm different,
I don't go with the flow.
I've got many names here,
They're not nice at all,
But there's one I don't mind: strange.
Strange is a sense of being,
It's a frame of mind,
It's a token of individuality,
It's a badge of pride.
I'm strange, so what?
By being strange you get the most out of life.
Put your hand in the fire,
And get what you want.
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