I'm an outsider in this town ,
with people around me with the same traditional things
looking at life with half eyes open ,
only existing not living ,
telling me I need to wake up from a dream ,
stop living in a fantasy world .

Nobody understands my point of view ,
I'm just a shy cry baby with anxiety ,
but I would rather live in a fantasy world
then this reality where everything is staged and fake.

I wanna create a space of my own ,
only for me and animals to join ,
without people talking crazy about people
who they hang out with , without pointless jobs
with little money , without sad and depressed faces ;

maybe I am an outsider , but I would rather be that
then most cases .

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