A new cut, a new bruise
Every day is like a game.
And I always seem to lose.
The thought of actually being loved
Always comes to mind,
But instead I'm always pushed and shoved
But one day I'll find a way,
I'll find some help
And then you will pay
For the pain and guilt I've felt.
Sure, it'll last a while,
But sooner or later I might die.
Being trapped in here is like a nightmare,
And I'm losing my mind..
I wish I could be loved,
I wish you could be kind
I can't take this anymore,
There must be someone for me to find
Someone out there to love and care for me,
Someone to treat me kind.
No one notices my hurt or my bruises,
But either way there's always, ALWAYS someone out there for me to find..
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