Why

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You call me a liar,
You call me a fool,
You say all these things but only at school.

You start all the rumours,
You spread all the lies,
These are just a few things that I despise.

Why make me angry,
Why make me sad,
Before you came into it,
Life wasn't this bad.

You do all these things,
That you know I can't stand,
Your pushing me down when im trying to stand.

Your breaking me slowly,
And I don't know why,
Soon, maybe one day I might just die.

How would you like that,
You'll be to blame,
You'll see all the headlines regarding my name.

And soon in the future,
You'll  realise you were wrong,
We could have been friends,
But now your chance has come and gone.

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