She heard them laughin bout the way she looked, In the hallway at the high-school she hid behind her books. Everyday in that lunch-room, she wouldnt eat a thing. She stared in that mirror, hatin what shed see. Tryin to be pretty became a disease. She was killin herself, just dyin to fit in. The diary she kept underneath her bed hid all those words, that she never said. We couldve been sisters, cheerin at the games We couldve gone to prom, shared the same limousine If you didnt like me, you shouldve just let me be But no... you had to pick on me Its time to make a stand, take responsibility Cause its gotten outta hand. There should never have to be another childs headstone that might as well read... YOU HAD TO PICK ON ME.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 20:27:28 +0000
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