I look at myself,
I’ll never be accepted.
When they made fun of me,
No one ever intercepted.
I put on make-up,
Then I wash it all off.
I look at myself in disgust,
And I turn the light off.
No one can stop me,
I take out the gun.
I aim it, and think,
It's too late to run.
It’s all over,
All the sadness and pain.
The evil thought won,
The devil won the game.
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