It’s strange to me,
That they laughed,
At me,
When I was different,
And I laughed at them,
From the “wierdo’s table,’
For the opposite reason:
I laughed at them,
Because they were all the same.
It’s strange to me,
That they laughed,
At me,
When I was different,
And I laughed at them,
From the “wierdo’s table,’
For the opposite reason:
I laughed at them,
Because they were all the same.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 