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In The Long Run


All eyes on me, I feel like I'm some sort of circus freak Your words are whips and scourge me till my thick skin starts to bleed A few band-aids here and there aren't enough to heal the scars And even stitches gnawing at my wounds will leave some marks Bullying lasts for a life time Rolls with me in the day and sleeps with me at night Even my dreams showcase my plight This shit sticks around like a caseload of Loctite The damage has been done I'm marked up I'm totaled now You sabotaged me in the long run..
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