They think you're crazy.
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They think you're mad.
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They call you stupid, worthless, tell you you're not worth it.
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Now you're walkin' back, to a place you call home,
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but you feel so alone.
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The same hurtful hits, it's your darker place.
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In your virgin ears, the remarks they make.
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And if they, if they really knew all of those things.
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That you do in your room, to hide the pain.
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I bet their minds would change.
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I'll bet their minds would change.
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They'd change, If they knew the pain.
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I believe in these scars, I believe.
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If You Knew
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| Joel Faviere |
