They punch they slap, they hit they kick,
But all the while you sniffle you think,
Just let it go, breathe in, don’t sink,
Their sticks will break, but your words they’ll stick,
Will singe their souls and make them sick,
Their guarded woes will end their streak.
So this is it, rise up don’t weep,
Dry your tears, by truth you’re free,
Now shutter all those dreary dreams,
And let them go, you’re not a freak.
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