"Bullies"

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"Bullies"

The guns, they fire,

The bullet they release, the killer,

It hits the lair that was once filled with desire,

She crys the tears that stain blood red,

The pain is what she can not rid,

The cuts, they numb the pain inside,

She crys herself to sleep at night,

her eyes, they close,

the tears, they fall

she must fit in,

she can't

she won't

The heartless boys and girls, the guns,the bullets, the words, they're gone

They finally know what she has done

In the casket she lays for now, forever

The pain is is now done forever and ever.

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