You think you can kill me?

You think you can strive?

You think you can, but that's what keeps me alive.

I won't be beat up, or left unatended. I was almost killed because I was left handed.

My face isn't red when I'm made fun of. And neither is yours, that can't be made off of.

You will stand strong. And tell them 'bring it on'.

The crowd will cheer and you will stay clear, the crowd will roar and you will fucking soar.

Because you will not be left behind, you will leave this with your head high.

And when your told to be swept aside, that's when you will glide.

Step off that ledge or off that chair, with the rope around your neck, we care.

What we don't care about are your none existing flaws, so let go of your trembling jaw.

Love is love, despite all the laws.

That's no reason to leave it all behind

Just as long as you try to be a little more kind.

FOR EVERYONE WHO FEELS WRONG. FOR EVERYONE WHO FEELS THEY HAVE SINNED. STAY STRONG. WE'RE HERE. I'M HERE TO TALK TO.

RIP JACK MCLANDER

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