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Saturday, July 21, 2012

Find compassion for a bully in a song

You never beat me up with fists, only with words
And I suppose who had a reason why
I never thought I'd find a day where I'd write this song
But for all the times I wanted to die

At least I had a real home to come to
At least I had a family whenever I had tears to cry
And I'm sorry to hear how you ended up, in jail
But if it ever means you think you wanna die

I hope you never give up
And I hope you find some happiness to call your own
And I hope you pick up the pieces of your life
If only it meant you would find a home
Find a home

I came home every day from school all alone
After soccer, I suppose you did the same
Don't know if you spent hours watching some TV
Neither parent could ever accept any blame

I wonder where you are now, if you're still in prison
Maybe you've been some dude's bitch for years
Maybe you're making less than minimum wage for labor
And locking you up is supposed to make us forget all our fears

I hope you never give up
And I hope you find some happiness to call your own
And I hope you pick up the pieces of your life
If only it meant you would find a home
Find a home

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