I am twelve,
and i agreee,
that being me is weird, he-he-he,
But sometimes i really think,
Is Harry Potter real?
The meal,
The whole fine deal,
i wonder i lurk and then i get to work..
i go online to have some fun, but to realize a thing called the "Craft" It captures me in its sensitivity, i realize there is such thing, with wiccan and pagan and Legeless...
CHORUS
It's the different one the odd one, the different one you see, unbilievable yet quiet strange the different one to ME (religion)
I start to gather hurbs, and watch for the kurbs,
i brang a dagger to school,
but i try to act kewl,
the next thing i know i get caugh lighting a candle,
i lose my sandle,
but i keep on going,
with the Voodoo,
Yo-da-layhee-who? It's time to curse, for money or for worse...

BACK TO CHORUS!

I find that in life, there is some crazy things, Ka-ching...Like Luck?

BACK TO CHORUS...
Forever and for always the different one (religion) My decision..
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