It was a very cheery period too... 

Some of you think it’s just a game
Some just want to hurt
Some of you want to call me names
Some want to push me in dirt
Some pick up on my problems
Some of the others don’t
Some are horrible to me
But I always know you won’t
Some people like to start a fight
Some just want to poke fun
Some make harsh words just to bite
I’m losing another one
Some think there’s nothing wrong with me
Some think I like to cry
Nobody notices what I don’t want them to see
Sometimes I just want to die

The End

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