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That moment when charades becomes a lifestyle because you can't voice your opinion When you keep glasses on so no one knows who you are Physical mental emotional scars People guess and try to figure out what your doing because you can't say It's like being a mime Your face painted walking through the hall of your school You don't get all of attention because you're not "cool" And when people see you they see "that freak" from school Your grouped with the "different" kids The one who wears all the black The one who's an Attention Seeker Just because he can't actually be a Speaker It's all apart of the game though And so you're told When deep down you know