Fit In, by MrsPeterson Subscribe to rss feed for 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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