Bring it on back to the young days when things wasn't so hard
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Playin kickball in the school yard
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The year before kindergarten when memories started at the day care
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All the Little kids used to play there
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We had no worries just hated nap time but fingerpaintin' and playin' tag was fine
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And we would all run around except for this girl
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She stayed in the corner, Yeah her name was Mary Anne
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She missed half of the school days scince the year began
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Never wore a shirt that showed more than her hands
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She rockin' jeans & Long sleeves in like 90 degrees
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You know lil' kids they treat her like she got a disease
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Came in 1 day all her hair was gone
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Said her mamma cut it off cause she did something wrong
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Tears in her eyes when she finally said somethin
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Usually she would get scared and wouldn't say nothin
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Days that went by, she had to cry, wonder why did it happen to me
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Day after day, she slipped away, wonder why did it happen to me
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Elementary she got the seat next to me
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Lucky i wasnt mean like the rest could be
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She treated like an outcast wonder how long she could outlast
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Bein alienated by the whole class
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It was still touch and go with the whole school scenario
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In for days out for weeks still scared to speak
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I wonder if that one time she had tried to tell and the teacher shrugged her off like Oh Well
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I wonder if that shut her down
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Maybe she had no one to turn to
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Maybe this little girl didnt know what to do
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We had a project one week me and Mary Anne a team
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So i invited her to my house for ice cream
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She bangin on the door at the house invite her to sit on the couch
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She looked me in the eyes
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Mary Anne began to cry
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I said what's wrong she said she wanted someone to tell her why
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Days that went by, she had to cry,
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wonder why did it happen to me
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Day after day she slipped away, wonder why did it happen to me
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After that incident she didnt really want to talk to me
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I'd see her in the hall
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Call out but she wouldnt walk with me
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Junior high she got cover up caked up
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You could see the bruises underneath the make - up
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Stories to make up people askin question now
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She breakin down but still no confessions now
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She walk around dazed out lost in another land spaced out
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And as days go by she grows more distant
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Teachers barely aware of her existance
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She in and out more out than in
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And one day i'm in class
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The ambulance pass screechin
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Down by the artroom off to the right in the bathroom
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They found Mary Anne on the floor
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A bottle next to her
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Said she took like 50 pills or more
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And left a note that said she couldnt handle it no more
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Days that went by, she had to cry,
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wonder why did it happen to me
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Day after day she slipped away, wonder why did it happen to me
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Mary Anne
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| Sarai |
