anda with your words like knives and swords and weapons that anda use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing
You with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I’m wounded
You picking on the weaker man
Well anda can take me down with just one single blow
But anda don’t know what anda don’t know
Someday I’ll be living in a big ole city
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Some hari I’ll be big enough so anda cant hit me
And all you’re ever gonna be is meanWhy anda gotta be so mean?
You with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your...
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