As you can
see, I’m just being me, resisting the pressure, escaping the labels, running from their
stitches I’ve always been able, buying my individuality, paid in a grueling reality,
because in
order to be noticed I have to be bought, but I manage I guess that’s just a
teenage mentality, stapled and stamped stitched and sewn, what if I don’t
want to be owned? Only a product like some of you who sit here now. Listen silently and hear
those muffled screams hushed by that price tag of Abercrombie. No classification
for Mickey,
no labels silence me, there’s only me and my
originality.
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