The Life Misunderstood.

It’s a strange thing to be constantly misunderstood,

You speak your words and they hear me as if I were speaking in tongues,

Maybe I’m an alien, from a galaxy far far away,

Maybe one day I’ll find my spaceship and fly far far away.

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