Ты with your words like knives and swords and weapons that Ты 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 Ты can take me down with just one single blow
But Ты don’t know what Ты don’t know
Someday I’ll be living in a big ole city
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Some день I’ll be big enough so Ты cant hit me
And all you’re ever gonna be is meanWhy Ты gotta be so mean?
You with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your...
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