whats wrong with me?
sat alone sat in peace no one around they all laugh at me they break bones they all got cool skin tones, but whats wrong with me? is it that i am poor or that im hated? i wake up every morning feeling boring being torn apart feel burnt as a tart, feeling low like what the heck is wrong with me!! cold at night when going to sleep i count sheep i wish i could drive my favorite jeep but you know were cheap. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!! you tell me? #stopbulling!
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