They say I might be different
Say what you may, I couldn't get it
I been myself so long wrapped in my only pigment
That's makes feeling like a mutant
But they can say it anyway, cause its all just a misjudgment
Maybe I am an alien..
Souring up high over the world, kinda like I was a raven
So what can I say then..
I seen everything, I seen everyone, I been many places
But its seems I am in a prison..
Locked up under the ground all alone in a dark and gloomy dungeon
I feel like a orphan..
No one is with me, I am feeling like I was forgotten
There calling me the devil..
Cause the way I think is vindictive so how can I be an angel
I am not even evil..
So why must all these people have to turn their faces and act hostile
These people seem not to feel me
Telepathic like ET
Extra-Terrestrial
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Extra-Terrestrial
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