Jaime

One Of These Things

One of these things is not like the others
One of these things just doesn't belong
One of these things will not find another
'Cause one of these things is terribly wrong

One of these things longs for compassion
One of these things is so out of place
That one of these things, in a fit of passion
Will leave this behind without a single trace

One of these things cannot be accepted
One of these things will never live up
'Cause one of these things knows that it's expected
To throw in the towel and just to give up

One of these things has nothing to hold to
One of these things knows no sacred ground
One of these things feels it has been sold to
Something that uses it's blood for a crown