Wrist bands
Black clothing
Hard rock bands
My black nails showing
Call me what you want
I don't care
Either punk or goth
But a life we all share
Don't hate me because I'm different
Don't steep that low
As I grab a pillow and hit it
My feelings I will not show
You, is all I see
But the question is
What do you see in me?
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