someone hold hands with me
walking to the city of insanity
that's my place to be.
irregular and unseen that's my sanity
the few I've let in know my personality
no turning back now it's become reality
I yelled for help! no one listened, just an unheard tragedy.
kind of sad ta see a young boy mislead livin in poverty
strugglin through depression and a hateful humanity
he's gonna strive through so happily
he's gonna make it one day you just wait and see
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