This is What you Get
It hurts you, and I know itI'm really trying not to show it
I want them to go away
but they just seem to stay
I can cry, I can shout
and I do with no doubt
But nothing is going to change
What I do, anymore, isn't strange
Guess I have what it takes to be
someone with no self esteem
Its painful enough to make me cry
Its hurtful enough that I could possibly die
What I do isn't a crime-
This is what you get when you put together
me, my life, and time.
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