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by Em May 26, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Ill always be inferior, Not good enough for you, To small to make a difference S**T in everything I do. Youll probably never see, And probably wont understand, On this beach of forever, Im a measly grain of sand. You think youre so good, You enjoy pushing me down, You make me feel like s**t, Cos you know Im to shy to make a sound. You dont care what you do, Or who you hurt, As long as you get what you want, As long as Im no more than a speck of dirt. So I've had my b**ch, Said why I hate you, Told you how I feel, So why do I still want you?