Some people call me "special"
for lack of a better word,
some people call me "special"
because I never say a word.
And I'm locked up here,
So all alone inside my head,
And I just want to get out,
Get away from these bars and this bed.
But I'll always be "special,"
It's the way I was made,
So all alone and "special,"
******** this life that they made.
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"..From the razor to the rosary, we could lose ourselves and paint these walls in pitchfork red.."
