You call yourself a rebel
Purveyor of truth
An outcast by choice
You call yourself a victim
Trapped by conventions
Dying to break free
Funny how you mock me
Belittle all the
Things I have to say
Funny how it's not me
Screaming 'til I'm hoarse
So the Man backs down
Funny how that works, love
That you're feeling low
'Cause you're out place
Funny, when it all hit,
You turned and blamed me
For all that you'd done
Funny that I'm called weak
Utterly careless
The worst of the worst
When all I am is
Frightened and confused
Just trying to cope
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