Here's to the rebels who stroll the paths
of this sordid zoo of mine,
and feed my heart with kindness
despite the clearly posted sign.

Some give a little more,
Some a little less.
That is their duty
to their own conscience.
But all give freely.
That is yours.

I want to have friends
that I can trust,
that love me for the man I've become
not the man that I was.

And I want to have friends
That let me be
all alone, when being alone
is all that I need.

I want to fit in
to the perfect space,
feel natural, and safe
in a volatile place

And I want to grow old
without the pain,
give my body back to the Earth
and not complain.

Will you understand
when I am too old of a man?
Will you forget,
When we have paid our debt?
Who did we borrow from?
Who did we borrow from?

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Okay part two, now clear the house.
the party's over, take the shouting and the people,
GET OUT!
I have some business, and a promise that I have to hold to
I do not care what you assume, or what the people
TOLD YOU!

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Will you understand
when I am too old of a man?
Will you forget,
When we have paid our debt?
who did we borrow from?
who did we borrow from?

I want to have pride
like my mother has
and not like the kind in the bible
that turns you bad.

I want to have friends
that I can trust,
that love me for the man I've become
not the man that I was.

--The Avett Brothers - The Perfect Space