People Talk
People like to talk about me
Just because they know it hurts me
Nobody likes to see how I see
They all just want me to live in misery
I'm clutching my fist
I can't handle this
Holding my head
Wishing I was dead
Nobody cares though
This is what they wanted so
Everyone knows I can't handle much more
They're all hoping I'll walk out the door
Or even better I'll hit the floor
This isn't funny it's become hard core
Stomping my feet
I know I've been beat
Pulling my hair
How do they dare?
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