They put guns to our heads and tell us to surrender Return to our cages and do as they bid And if we disobey they unalive us Putting bullets through our heads chanting you won't survive this As they hang us from ropes and call us suicidal Saying we had a hard life and just couldn't do it anymore Writing our suicide notes and pinning them on the door As we just cry from our ghostly bodies saying we didn't deserve this But these days no one cares to hear the truth For they're too busy laughing at how low we stooped The truth is they don't respect us But what does one expect when we don't respect ourselves
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