Whitney

Don't make a fuss, they carry yellow lists, do not try to love, hearts ruled by stone, where do you fit, a place they call home, if you need a crust, be prepared for this, believe me you're dust, go to shed the load, drag on get a grip, knowledge never eats alone, hide the semell of musk, refuse the middle distance, alter all they insist, quietly leave this road, leave them here in bits, bullies never hear groans, in a house of misfits.