Maybe I'm...
People think I'm naive.
People have call me moronic.
People say I'm querulous.
But when those people say I'm querulous, I say I know what I deserve.
When people say I'm moronic, I say there's no need to grow up so soon.
And when people say I'm naive, I say maybe just maybe; I'm fearfully and wonderfully made,
Maybe I refuse to let you tarnish my vunerable heart,
Maybe I see more to mankind,
Maybe I heard you.
Maybe I'm a visionary.
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