What do we see?
What do we see when we walk down the hall
Faces of the demons that put us in hell
Because we will never be good enough
We are nothing more then a toy for their games
Left and right we are thrown to the ground
Scared to say we are more then what they saw
Misunderstood as misfits lost needing to be found
We are missing a few pieces to our structure
For we are being drowned
No more do we face the torture of their game
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