Fit In, by MrsPeterson |
The new kid in town And I don't fit in How ironic I try to make friends But they turn And walk away How can people Be so mean I fit in Like a Red glove Amongst Hundreds of Blue boots I simply Just don't Fit in |
Posted: 2005-04-10 01:39:06 UTC |
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