I have something wrong with my brain
It makes me want to go insane
I almost go bezerk
And all around think it's an honest quirk
I waste my time going mad
About all the foul things I've had
Then I rest a while
I wake with a frown not a smile
Look and me
Here i am
At the back of the line
I am tall
But so small
Nothing at all is fine
I'm at the back of the line
There is hurt inside
A deep pain I cannot hide
I take the pain very mild
And people see me as child
I feel I am doomed
Every day a broken bloom
I look at me and see scared
Cuts but no one cared
Look and me
Here i am
At the back of the line
I am tall
But so small
Nothing at all is fine
I'm at the back of the line
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