DEAR GOD
CAN'T TAKE THE HURT NO MOREIT'S WAY DOWN DEEP, WORSE THAT BEFORE
TELL ME WHY IT'S ME THEY HATE
THEY HIT ME EARLY AND HIT ME LATE
I HIDE IN CORNERS WITHOUT THE LIGHT
PRAYING DEAR GOD, NO STRAP TONIGHT
WITH TWO BLACK EYES WHO CAN I FOOL?
SO MOM AND DAD KEPT ME HOME FROM SCHOOL
DEAR GOD MY FRIENDS ARE ASKING ME WHY?
I JUST TURN AWAY AND START TO CRY
I SAY I'M CLUMSY AND THAT I FELL
WHERE DO I GO? WHO DO I TELL?
O IS THE BIG LETTER IN OUCH
ESPECIALLY HERE BENT OVER THE COUCH
I PRAY YOU'LL LET THESE PAINS PASS
PLEASE GOD MEND MY HEART OF GLASS
ALL I EVER WANTED FROM MY MOM AND DAD
IS THAT ONCE I REALLY MAKE THEM GLAD
THEY SEEM NICER SINCE I BROKE MY ARM
MAYBE NOW THEY CAN SEE THEIR HARM
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