In a broken mold they made me, the black sheep of the family. Worth less than zero my opinion and room temperature IQ. I did something, now I'm nothing, always wrong with this or that, poisoned with fear watch it twist, my measly brain mad. Talk about me when my back is turned! Next time we meet it will be to late. The memory burned in my ears of what you said and now I've got a recipe for hate; taste it!