Standing Tall
Your big
I'm small
You're standing there
Back against the wall
Talking to your friends.
You laugh
I cry
Sometimes
I wonder why
You walk right through me.
Through the halls
In the class
Man I'd love
To kick your ass
But you'd get me better.
It's seems the only way
To surve now
Is just to get lost
Out in the crowd
Where you cant see me.
But I promise
You'll see me one day
On the tv
On my way
You cant hold me down.
Step on me
Push me down
But look back now
Whos the clown
I'm on top now.
If I could change
Just one thing, one
It would be how you treat
People like me for fun
Because I'm different than you.
But hey
Look where we are
I'm big
And your small.
Here I am
Standing Tall.
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