Me before You
As each day goes by you poke and prod
never letting me be names that hurt like a gun shot wound
only it leaves no visable scar
sticks and stones may break my bone but those names have always hurt me
you walk tall and never letting anyone see why you are so mean but i know why
its not that your mean it that you dont know what a friend is you dont know your
worth or that anyone is cabable to care about you but you never gave me a fighting
chance to show you the best friend you never let me be
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