This is the world
Where my heart crys
This is the world
Where my soul screams
I curl up in the coener
And try to disapear
As everyone throws stones
Everyone but a few
They look on
And their hearts cry for me
They wish they could help
But they never dare
Too afraid
To turn the hate from me to them
It's not their fault
I would never want them to feel this way
Soon my tears
aren't enough entertainment
So they move on to new victims
And never care about the pain they caused
The few glance
over their shoulders
They know the pain
They feel the pain
So why won't they help me?
I'd do what I could for them
Am I not worth saving?
No one seeems to think so
But what did I do to become so undesirable?
Nothing that I could remember
So...
What happened to me?
*~Rachel~*
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