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How I feel, doesn't matter
It's all about them
And how  their world ain't no platter
To serve them, and their red matter

With their troubles against mine
My words are tied
Short breathes on their broken lives
Explain'in how everyone dies

All about them, not about me
Holdup, holdup, what about me
I had no easy platter
People think my life don't matter

It's bad so what, get over it, no luck
So what, so what, is all they say; so what
My life ain't no game
I still feel pain
Cause I feel my shame
When I see your fame
So smile in vain
So what, so what, is heard by me;
So what

I didn't matter before
So why am l surprised now
Everyone's backs been at me, how
Cause they see no girl, but a cow

So I get off my knees
And still everyone's avoid'in me 
I don't beg them please
Cause I know they don't know me
I know that they don't care
So why do I not bare
Bare with the lies 
All the crazy fights
And all the broken lives

I lost in my mind
No one can save me in time
So why do I lie
No I'm not okay
Cause I still have to pay
For the cost of the vivid days

Still so clear, I ask my dear
No dear, no mother, no father
I ain't got them on my back
So my heart beats off track
My breath'in becomes an attack
Cause I lost one dad
To a dark given cell
Lost one mom
From her stupid silent spell
And lost one lover
Who's mind didn't know me well

How I feel, doesn't matter
It's all about them
And how their world ain't no platter
To serve them, and their red matter

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