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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