Though I am a nobody,
I feel as though I care,
Though I am a nobody,
My life is but a hole,
For which you run futher down.
My pain amuses you,
For I am a nobody,
Sure and through.
I wish I could make you see,
The smiles I give to thee,
May or not be true,
But I still smile on for you.
I don't understand why,
But you just keep dugging this hole deeper and deeper.
You may not understand,
But its so noticable still.
I smiles though you hurt me so,
But I am a nobody,
So why does it hurt?
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