Walking down this crowded road
Walking quietly with my head hung low
Shuffling feet
On dirty streets
The only sound I hear
Moving in the same direction
Following the dwindling crowd
Where we're heading
I'm not quite sure
But following along
Down the same road
Is getting rather tiresome
People are disappearing
And I'll soon be alone
I suppose I could turn around
And blaze my own trail against the crowd
I could be different
And stand apart
But there's something about being alone
That weighs heavy on my heart
It's all to familiar
Pain starts to burn
As slowly against the crowd I turn
I'll be different
I won't blend in with the rest of the world
I'll stand out
Even if alone it marks me
Someday hopefully
I'll find someone to be with me
Who's just as different if not more so
Then me
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