Right then you hit me then you hit me again You punch and you punch I thought you were my friend. On my face you see smile but my hearts in turmoil. And yet still you persist, and my arm meets your fist So I try to hide the stress in me as I kick you in the knee. I slap a smile back on my face, it barely masks my blind cold rage. I confess, I'm just a boy not holy not pure, not always full with joy. Try not to let this world get me down, But more often than not, I'm wearing a frown.
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