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You made me so i couldnt go down the school hall
you made me afraid to go alone to the mall
whats your hate for? i did nothing to you
i cant win with this hate.. i always loose
you pushed me and you bruised me blue
the abuse you gave me it left me so confused
i told the teacher she didnt understand
i told my friends they said use your hand
i tried to, i tried to hurt you back
but did nothing it was emotion is lacked
Your words went through me as if a knife
you dont understand the impact on my life
your words were likea crusifixion
but you forgot after that jesus had risen
i left school now they give me a pill
it supposed 2 erase the memories that ill
they ill me close to your wishful death
why in hell did you hurt me wat made me different from the rest
well it doesnt matter now what you do
i understand that you have no clue
but later when im livin it up in clouds
youll b in the pennititary down in towns


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by Maestroe

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Hang tough kiddo...Take care of you. You have much to offer this little planet.

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: December 27, 2004 )

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