outsider

you are worth of the artist's brush
and i am not worth even painter's smear
you were born and lived under a lucky star
while i'm outsider and eternal pariah
always lived on a side
in a clear water's puddle
far from the mainstream chase
of foes and friends
and you shout like you're homeless 'long live home!'
and i shout like i'm  mindless 'long live the puddle!'
there's iron door under iron lock
and i am forbidden from being a gawk
and listening to hard rock
out of two lifestyles
i guess i'll choose the one with you on sidelines

you will live there, and i will live here
you will be building family temple and i will drink my wine
i will die from cirrhosis, you will open the blinds
but you'll hardly remember me
when the chimney is full of smoke

i do not care if i'm dead or alive
going somewhere or drunk at the dawn
you daddy said that i am a perv
if he only knew through what shit i've gone
and i said he was spot on
but God, baby you are so dumb
cause this was all just a game and my played my role


you will live there, and i will live here
you will be building family temple and i will drink my wine
i will die from cirrhosis, you will open the blinds
but you'll hardly remember me
when the chimney is full of smoke


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