I can’t tell you why,
Is it when I cry?
To follow in the hate,
When they discriminate,
To the shadows I wonder,
To the crash of thunder,
I hide in fear of what they think,
It’s wrong,
The love,
The hate,
The endless debates,
Over the smallest things,
I can’t quite compare,
To the upper class,
They laugh,
I hide,
They smile,
I cry,
They punch,
They sneer,
To all that is worthless,
And I’m here to take it all,
The hits,
The bruises the leave,
The scrapes they create,
Never can compare,
To the fear the leave,
Unaware inside of me.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
I can’t tell you why,
Is it when I cry?
To follow in the hate,
When they discriminate,
To the shadows I wonder,
To the crash of thunder,
I hide in fear of what they think,
It’s wrong,
The love,
The hate,
The endless debates,
Over the smallest things,
I can’t quite compare,
To the upper class,
They laugh,
I hide,
They smile,
I cry,
They punch,
They sneer,
To all that is worthless,
And I’m here to take it all,
The hits,
The bruises the leave,
The scrapes they create,
Never can compare,
To the fear the leave,
Unaware inside of me.
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