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sometimes i wish upon a star
to one day take me very far
far away from the hate i feel
far enough to make me real
i lay on my bed an hope to die
i think to myself as i cry
look at what you did to me
look what ive become,why carnt you see
why do people screem so loud
they screem at me an there so proud
why the ******** do you need to be heard
your just alive make people scared
inside i feel so empty now
you did this to me an you dont no how
your so blind you carnt see
what you've turned into,what you've turned out to be
your so heartless an selfish an crule
you look at yourself an think you rule
but thats not the truth,the truth is your dead
your dead inside,an feeling no dread