You want to know whats wrong with me,
What makes my world a tragedy?
Fuck you little worker bee,
What is it that you cant see?
That makes your life a fantasy?
What wraps you up in chains,
Whilst telling you that you are free?
The difference between you and me?
You'd kill to live, while I choose to be,
So fuck you little worker bee,
Can't we agree to disagree,
You be you and let me be!
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