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I Will Beat Them

The looks that are pointed at me Are all that I can see And they don’t seem nice But as cold as ice This might be blunt But I’m pulling a big stunt Not going to be boring It will be awarding No one expect And I’ll dissect Those cold stares And evil glares Are nothing more To what’s in store Will they go away? Should I stay? I know what I am doing And they’ll keep on booing I am me Just let them wait and see I don’t give up I just pour it in a cup I live my life Without anger and strife

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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