Why Me
Why me is it because I'm an easy target you broken my bones but not my soul I am just me I'm different and good I ask you again why me is it because I smile all the time even when my spirit is down why me I ask again no reply I see well you may have heard it once or twice sticks and stone break my bones but words won't hurt me that's not true they hurt like you had the gun and I was the target I have already bulided my wall now it is time to build yours
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