Piano

RegretsRegretsRegrets
You look at me, In denying grief, Knowing the truth of what I speak. Know within your heart that-- It's people like me you would tease. "I'll tell you what, kids are mean." Ugly. Fat. Loner. Four-eyes. Bookworm. I know that-- I'm on of the victims You used to tease. A different name, A different face, Different insults, A different place. Loser. Clumsy. Weak. Yet now, you regret, that hastened judgement. But-- that won't take the insults back. Annoying. Whiney. &
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** Angels live in the sky not because they think they should, but because they wish to.**
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