I was born on the wrong side of the train tracks
I was raised with a strap across my back
Lay me on my side or hold me up to the lightI was burned by the cold kiss of a vampire
I was bit by the whisper of a soft liar
Any good friend of yours is a good friend of mineI'm a broken boy, how does it feel?
Tell me why I'm forced to live in this skin
I'm an alien, I'm just an alienTell me why I was born to live in this skin
Tell me how I'm supposed to be forgiven
With my hand in the hive and the sun in my eyesI was born on the wrong side of the train tracks
Always born on the wrong side of the train tracks
Lay me on my side or hold me up to the lightI was burned by the cold kiss of a vampire
I was promised the keys to an empire
Any good friend of yours is a good friend of mine
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The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl