To be human...
What does that mean?
War, malice, murder...
Where is the happiness?
Do you see animals do what we do?
Yes, they fight and kill, but only when needed.
None for pleasure or revenge.
How do you act human...?
Is is a style, the way a human is?
Or is it more...
You have to hide yourself from the world,
Day in and Day out, from who you are,
Show them who you really are,
If they don't like it say, deal with
Me and the way I live.
To be human...
Let's be ourselves instead
See what they have to say
Even if you are different...
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