How does it make you feel,
To know you've been pushed around.
When it seems you can do nothing right,
When everything is just a fight.
How does it make you feel,
To know you can't say a thing.
You aren't even able to think,
Let alone even blink.
How does it make you feel,
To know you've been called names.
Between the mean and the cruel,
How can people be such fools.
How does it make you feel,
To know all of these things.
Between the thick and the thin,
You are still able to win.
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