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I feel alone ,as if I'm on my own
i wish i had somebody to treat me like a queen
they only worship girls from TV screens
While I use words they've never heard
I'm a nerd they say , but I know that can't compete with me
I'm smart I know I am , but I don't feel that way
I cant relate to the other girls
I read books as they sing the hooks of every song I don't know
how can I grow if all they do is tear me down
make me feel as if I'm a clown , always a frown on my face
my life is a pitiful waste
Why god must u make me live through this pain
every day coming home mentally abused and drained
tears pouring down my face like an endless rain
but a drought of happiness this world gives me
what a this sick game
I just want all this to end
poverty serpentines through the city
brother Killing brother
neighbors taking pity
why let me live through this ,
when I'm going to have to suffer and die like the rest of them
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