ridiculed by thoes you care,
scorned by the ones who always glare.
they watch you, waiting for a falt,
then they scream and tell you to halt.
they lecture about the things you should do,
the people you should meet...
the things you should say...
but here i stand on this dreary day,
never again to be full of joy...
hated by the ones who shed,
scared to be close...for all who where there...left.
scorned by the ones who always glare.
they watch you, waiting for a falt,
then they scream and tell you to halt.
they lecture about the things you should do,
the people you should meet...
the things you should say...
but here i stand on this dreary day,
never again to be full of joy...
hated by the ones who shed,
scared to be close...for all who where there...left.
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