Outcast
I liked one thing
And horror did it bring
I knew he was kidding
But he had me bidding
They all called me a vampire
And of that I did not tire
He made me sound like a murderer
All I wanted was to be a hunter
What I wanted was provided in the books
And that's what brought the looks
I liked the strength to deal
I just wish it was real
Life was usually a blast
Until I got to school and became the outcast
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