Bully
You are the cold sore that won't leave
the reason I hurt inside
You are the person who talks about me all the time
You are the gum stuck under my shoe that I can't get off
You are the rattlesnakes venom going through me killing me slowly each day
You are a bear, looking at every move I make
You are the magazines spreading lies
You are the reason I hurt inside
You are the teardrops running down my face
You are the sadness deep in my soul
You are the reason I can't go home
You are the reason I hurt inside
You are the one I'm suppose to trust, the one I'm suppose to love....
So where are you?
All I see is the hate, the pain, the sadness in your soul.
So who are you? No really who are you?
Because the cloud of hate you hide under is pouring down with my happiness!
You are what you are and you are a BULLY!
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