CliquE

Walk out the door and see people on the street,
Strangers mingle with the people that you greet,
Once in a while somebody knock you off your feet,
And the rest of them are just people that you meet.

Clique to clique i've wandered through the years,
To find the one that would take away my fears.
Once in a blue moon a kindred soul apppears,
How many there as i look through my tears?

Why do i feel like a black sheep that come and goes,
Why do i feel like a gigantic torn among the roses?
Why is it now again that i'm hit by insecurities,
Why is it now that i see my vulnerabilities?

A black bird flying among whites still feels like flying solo,
A single note in a stereophonic environment is still a mono.
Lack the charm, lack the luck, what to expect; i am no apollo,
But a soul however broken, still seeks a clique that could bring him crescendo...

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