te with your words like knives and swords and weapons that te use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing
You with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I’m wounded
You picking on the weaker man
Well te can take me down with just one single blow
But te don’t know what te don’t know
Someday I’ll be living in a big ole city
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Some giorno I’ll be big enough so te cant hit me
And all you’re ever gonna be is meanWhy te gotta be so mean?
You with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your...
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