Soup Cans get Labelled, not me.


Your an Emo, Your a Geek, Your a Freak,
Why do we steorize?
labelling friends, families, enemies, aquantinces as soup cans,
about to be placed on a shelf,

You know its wrong,
Why do you do it?
What was once a bad abit,
is now an addiction,

You said you would change,
I tried to believe you...
but now I look back,
knowing you lied to me...

We don't change,
we evolve,
we may hide our bad habits,
but they lay beneath...

Waiting for the day...
Your not looking at me...

The End

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