The floodgates will be open soon
And I don't know what the hell to do.
Should I hide away
Or let them loose right where I lay?

Stupid bastard, piece of s**t.
Don't you know how hard your words hit?
The pain they ause, the anger they bring,
I need shelter under someone's wing.

But who will offer to help me out?
All they do is scream and shout.
How can I make them see the truth?
Show them what their words actually do?

You wouldn't think it would hurt like this
When everyone seems to take the pi**.
But trust me, the excruciating pain
Is eating me away day by day.

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