bully
bully,
bully,
its not fair,
now I'm on the train,
to no where,
wanting to runaway,
to my dreams,
am i pretty as she,
no Sr.,
could i understand,
no Sr.,
so i hang my head in shame,
for i now wish for a face like that
Poetry Slam:
bully,
bully,
its not fair,
now I'm on the train,
to no where,
wanting to runaway,
to my dreams,
am i pretty as she,
no Sr.,
could i understand,
no Sr.,
so i hang my head in shame,
for i now wish for a face like that
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