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Knives and Pens... sort of We're told to conform, be like everyone else
There's no room for change, to be yourself
"You can't wear black, or sing to loud
Don't ever stand out from the crowd."
Bars on windows, locks on doors-
We chose to live outside their laws
Not playing the game- we broke their dice
And now we have to pay the price.
With knives and pens we made our plight-
So choose the weapon with which you'll fight.
Take revenge on your enemies with the knife
Or take the pen and spare their life.
They caused you pain, they made you cry
They told you you're worthless- you know it's a lie
You're special, unique, so never doubt-
It's them the world can
I really appreciate it! 
