You can throw me
Right into the wall,
But I’ll still walk
Right down the hall
Your scratching stick,
And that scarring stone
Every day you’ve thrown.
I was always on my own,
Now those scars are my throne.
Swimming through the ocean,
I’m a duck, sleeping in the open.
But the teeth will soon bear,
You’re not the only one to rip and tear.
I’ve also got subtle flair.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
You can throw me
Right into the wall,
But I’ll still walk
Right down the hall
Your scratching stick,
And that scarring stone
Every day you’ve thrown.
I was always on my own,
Now those scars are my throne.
Swimming through the ocean,
I’m a duck, sleeping in the open.
But the teeth will soon bear,
You’re not the only one to rip and tear.
I’ve also got subtle flair.
I wish I could’ve fought back. Then I wouldn’t have been beaten up as much. The name calling was fine, but it wasn’t fun when I’d get beat up day after day.
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