We are the same, just made different -'Him
There is paint painted on him
It is a kind of paint that whose pigment can dust
And cause a different kind of stain on you
If and when;
You glide on him,
You lean on him,
And colide with him.
He keeps himself away because of that difference
So as to avoid such kind of confusion
"You treasure what's yours but again confuse it"
Eager to prove him wrong but will you believe him?
Give ears to listen to the different kind of story!
The story that makes his paint that way.
Will you distinguish and help him see
If there's that he doesn't see that he should
Yet you shouldn't always expect that
"There must be something you see that he does not"
The truth is You never know whether he looked further
Further than your eyes made there sight
"We are the same" but, "just made different"
Though even so
How much can you make up from those two statements
"We are the same" but, "just made different"
Or is it that he is the foolish one and,
Doesn't deserve to sit amongst you
Just because he has a different opinion.
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