They pick on my hair, my shoes, my clothes
I try not to let it but sometimes it shows
it hurts me that everybody knows
They all know!
But they don't leave me alone
They still push me in the snow
And taunt me by throwing my phone
They don't do anything, nothing at all!
They just stand there and watch me fall!
And at home its much the same
Life go's on
But some day I'll be strong
And stand up to those that have done me wrong
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