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His brain was like a tetris game, where he made the people fit.
Everything has a place they say, but we all have our own screen.

A kid in the school, repeated anything he heard.
Called everone hypocirte, did he look, in the mirror?
He seemed to miss the meaning, didn't hear enough to wait.
His palm hit my shoulder, screaming what I said, yesterday.

I'm not a piece here in your Tetres game?
Fear made your mind that way.
Your mothers words she spoke, to you,
and the lesson that you learned, that way,
isn't meant for me!

Time plays no role for him, he doesn't change from yesteryear.
Any un-natural occurrence, he'd just pound away his fear.
I, swallowed my pride many times, they 'd forgotten why?
Conceite or low esteem, which one will you claim today?
Overbearing, or to shy, to sing?

I'm not a piece here in your Tetres game?
Fear made your mind that way.
Your mothers words she spoke, to you,
and the lesson that you learned, that way
isn't meant for me!

They'll always command you to know the pain of the starving
This is the measure of the for the 'slavery' they enforce.

I'm not a piece here in your Tetres game?
Fear made your mind that way.
Your mothers words she spoke, to you,
and the lesson that you learned, that way,
isn't meant for me!