You broke me when I was a little boy,Used me, abused me, like an old toy.I looked into the air, wondering “Why me?”No one would notice, no one could see.Going to school with blackened eyes,Always looking like I won second prize.Friends would look, but no one wanted to know,Just classed as a boy’s life, trying …
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