Dirt
They're staring at me All the time Plotting on This life of mine I swear to God They burn in hell Like drowning In a wishing well All I know No friends of mine I wish they'd leave From by my side All they do Is torture me The ones in charge Just let it be They do not care They see the hurt They're killing me Throw on the dirt
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