a song lyric by Alan Ewing
All of the people that you use
Emotionally abuse
You etch out lies as the truth
As you blow another fuse
Chorus
I don't wannabe part of your trip
I can't fit in to be hip
I don't wannabe, don't wannbe.
Part of your trip
How you like to play your game
Psychologically frame
Looking at the mirror on wall
We all wait to see your fall
Repeat Chorus
Middle Eight
I was never going to be part of your crowd
The years have proved it, oh so loud
I guess that my mentor is myself
Why would I listen to anyone else?
Repeat Chorus
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