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Ever since I was a little tyke,
I've never really ever been liked.
People always wanted to mess with and pick fights
Generally people were just be'n not nice
But it wasn't too bad, here a name there a name, a stolen bike once or twice
It was something I could handle, something I could fight
But little did I know, that was only for the time
Cause eventually set in the fright
Followed by bullies invading and stealing sleep at night
No matter how hard I tried no where to run or hide
It drove me to insanity and out of my mind
How could I not see this--- was I that blind?
I couldn't anticipated it would've climbed--- at this rate
It got to the point where I really couldn't take
To the point where happiness was only faked
The thought of it is in the back of my head, and I cannot shake