You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that Du use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm wounded
You, picking on the weaker man
Well Du can take me down with just one single blow
but Du don't know what Du don't know
Someday I'll be living in a big ole city
And all you're ever goinna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so Du can't hit me
And all you're ever goinna be is mean
Why Du gotta be so mean
You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation...
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