"My Type, you wanna dance"
You think you know me,
You say to me, "your type",
Telling me who I should be,
Look in the mirror and see your reflection,
I am not the one you need to question,
Standing at my back with a knife,
Playing games with my life,
See I know something you do not,
Since I was age 7 I welcomed death and to rot,
I have seen things you couldn't begin to comprehend,
Life has taken me places you could never stand,
So do me a favor and take your chance,
We shall see who is made of what after this dance.
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