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I've spent too much time caring about other people's views
Wear what you want
It doesn't matter who you are
Born a girl, feel like a boy
Don't want to wear your skirts cause society says it ain't right
Calloused hands
Strings of Gold
In three bands
(or so I’m told)
Jet Black Studs
Turquoise Hair
I wish I was normal. I wish I was just like you.
Well, maybe not “JUST” like you, but close enough.
Close enough to fit in like you.
Close enough to blend in with the crowd
I’ve always liked that sense of style
With the chains
And the blood
The gore and the bats and the spiders
You can't see the part of me I'm most proud of.
The part of me that got up and said, "I can do this."
The part of me that want's to be shown off to everyone.
This part of me is only seen a few times a year.
If you take me for face value
You'd think:
A shy, timid girl
loves acoustic music
Hair artificially curled
nothing could make her tick.
Now,
Erase all of that.
Look at me
There has always been something special about October
About Halloween
About the Addams Family
and their sadistic values
There's something about the moon at night
I take the stage
And my palms are sweating
The bass begins to beat
The light illuminates my skin
As a young girl
I ate bananas
to calm my nerves
Now I think it was all a trick
The bass controls my pulse
The whole room shaking from the sound
Bodies slamming, sweat swapped
All walks of life become one
The whole place is in unison
Punk rock connects all
Singers bouncing off kids
