I know English today
I never liked soccer
I have many friends
Don't beat on my pillow
I now like to talk
I'm not scared, I'm smiling
I just like to walk
Don't beat on my pillow
My eyes will not shut
My mom can't stop crying
I told her we're playing
I'm not really dying
Those kids do not hate me
I play Call of Duty
I listen to Hip Hop
I shop at the mall
I'm always in love
So when fists were flying
I thought of that girl
Like somehow she watched
Like if I pulled through
We'd go to the movies
And she'd help me through
This hell for the different
This hell for the distant
the laughter
the violence
its just who they are
don't know why they hate me
we made it this far
it just can't escape me
I hate them
I love them
I just want to walk!
Why couldn't they let me
There's blood on my pillow
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