Damaged from Homeless by Ungilded

And I used to think
That they were askew
I never understood what they said
I never learned to feel what they feel
But then I realized that they were the norm
I was the one that was diverging
And I was the one subhuman

And they already know
Something's wrong
And they already know
With the first word that's uttered today

I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I know

And now my favorite part
Which misery will I choose?
I wish they'd never ask me to go
Will something change this time?
Why must adults get drunk to have a good time?
They can't see that I am naturally high
And that the drugs don't work

And after thirty years I accept
When will they accept
That I'm damaged, I'm damaged, I'm damaged?
And I'm damaged
And I'm damaged
And I'm damaged
And it's over

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