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They say "You're stupid, you're


They say "You're stupid, you're fat, you're ugly, you're a whore"....don't they know that makes my heart painfully sore?

It hurts to know they don't give me a chance...I can't laugh, or dance, or find a romance.

They say these words because they think it's funny.  They don't even care that it leaves me running.

Running for a life, a life of no fear.  Running to a place far away from here.

They don't care...if they did they would show.  But instead they tell me I'm a hoe.

I know what's wrong with me, I'm a little bit rough.  I have tears and edges that make me seem gruff.

All if ever wanted in my life was a friend, someone who wouldn't leave me, and backwards they would bend.

I'll never feel that happy, that painless, that free.  Instead I'll forever hold a grudge deep inside of me.

A grudge of fear, of anger, and of hurt.  A grudge of that girl who kicked me to the dirt.

She never cared, so why should I?  Sometimes I feel I can't do anything but cry.

"Ouch!" I say.  "Stay away!"  Ha.  I should've knew that it'd leave me looking like a stray.

I'm a dog.  I'm a mutt.  I'm just a stupid slut.

Call me what you want, but I am done being stuck.

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