A Terrible Song I Wrote at 12

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Hard Life

I like to say things are better now,
But stereotyping is still around,
And it's hard to approach people,
Knowing that they'll judge you by the way you look.

Yes I wear the colour black,
But I'm not a goth and that's a fact,
I listen to pop music on my phone,
But I do it when I'm alone.

Chorus

It's a hard life for anyone,

Society's an idiot,

Judging people by the way they look.

Yes I'm a child, but that doesn't mean I'm wild,
And no I'm not a gangster for owning a hoodie,
Of course I'm not a rich kid, I buy my clothes from Primark,
And I'm skint.

I may live in a big house,
But that doesn't mean I'm a spoiled brat,
Oh I may talk to boys a lot,
But that doesn't make me a you know what.

CHORUS

Oh, oh, oh, I dream of a life,
Where no-one has strife,
Where no one sacrifices what they are to fit in,
Like they don't have a choice.

CHORUS

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