67 – The “Quiet Weird Kid” [3 mouths off from nyc – no strings attached like ZOM’B at 306 exactly]

 Tricked right by broken-promise songs 
Gibb'rish wished dreams strung me along
Shoulda taken forked road's left prong

Losing direction - vice takes leæd
Numbing vibration, smoking weed
Loving connection what I need

Scary to admit how lonely
It is the part they do not see
Drowning as they still ignore me

Words so heavy and I'm so weak
I cannot even bear to speak
My voice now playing hide-&-seek

Back row reservation - I hid
Apathy's cracks through which I slid
Just another "quiet weird kid"

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