Saturday, December 27, 2014

Bold.

She told me to go and do something
Maybe find an identity
So maybe I'll go and try something
Ignoring my fragility
I could chop off all my hair
And dye it something strange
I could learn to play the drums
Yeah, maybe then I'd change
I could get onto a skateboard
Figure out a couple tricks
I could play guitar and sing some
Maybe then my name would stick
I could go all out as hipster
Put my hipster clothing on
I could join a public school
And prove everybody wrong

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