Mistreated Soul
The pain that's piercing from deep within
hurts me to my soul.
I don't know why I'm treated like this.
How can they be so cold?
He picks on me, she picks on me
I don't do anything wrong.
I have no strength left to cry
because I have to be strong.
What if the tables were turned?
What if I picked on you?
How would you feel to be treated so cruel?
How would you feel in my shoes?
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