HaHaHa!
I see your faces and I do not understand why
Each time I dream you standin there, right by my side
Why do you make me, you take my pride
and in my eyes you kinda rape me, inside
I have no place to run and hide
I have no place to hide which I like
Some look at the time, I looked back into my life
You want to touch me to see whats in my eyes
Why do you make me remember all the hate all its shame
Dont you hate me, sometimes?
I got no place to run, so dont come follow me
I dont know where to run, so dont make fun of me
. . .which I like. . .
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