I am hurt, oh yes I am, I am hurt, I've been treated like dirt.
No one cares, oh yes I swear, I will find my vengeance one day.
Maybe it'll be march, or April or June, or maybe I'll make it May.
I'm hurt, and I cant go back, back to that evil house, that house is so evil, no life is there, not a human, nor a mouse, ran away, I did today, sad, but happy too. I ran away, oh yes, today, I ran away today.
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