Don't think of me
Like your little diary with legs
Don't think of me
As your red target
With my heart the bullseye
Just because I practice what you call witchcraft
I've had enough
Would you like a scientific translastion?
Would you stop pointing at me when something bad happens?
I use more of my brain
That's it
I don't care what society thinks, so my abilities grew
You never know
These talents might just save someone you love and knew
So don't kick me down so low
I can taste the dirt
Everyone can do my 'little tricks'
Just open your mind
And you will blossom
And turn you into less of a prick
And more kind
You'll like it
I swear
So here's my public explanation
Not a apology
Oh no!
Just trying to better my situation
And not tested by people who study physcology
My testimony
Of my innocence
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