bullied
yeah thats what they do to me
i hurt but they can't see
my life is hard enough
i hate it when they act so tough
they hit me in my face
they say i am a disgrace
they wish i was never born
all i ever do is mourn
they tell me i should die
sometimes i hope it is all a lie
they call me all these names
i'm terrified of their games
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