Bloody Wrist
They call her fat
She says it was the cat
They don't see it
She tries to stay fit
They only look at her eyes
She closes hers and cries
They try to be a boss
She makes it go across
They want her down
She usually frowns
It's not like she has the crown
She want's it too stop
She just want's to drop
Stop everything
She doesn't belong
She watches the blood
She is just a dud
She gets pushed in mud
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