The whip may be in your hand,
Whilst there is blood dripping from mine,
But the smile is upon my face,
And the frown is upon thine,
You take pain and store inside,
Whilst I let mine go free,
Your soul crushed by hate and pain,
Mine overflowing glee,
You live yours in torment,
I live mine at peace,
You bottle hate and pain and fear,
The key is to release.
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Iām going to smile Iām going to walk right through that door And smile Iām going to hold my head held high And look you in the eye Iām not going to give you the satisfaction Of seeing me...
I may have a smile on my face but that doesn't mean my life has been easy. I may laugh and joke around but that doesn't mean that I haven't felt pain or sadness.
I am stronger. I am braver. A child still. Among a sea of adults. My will is unbreakable. My wisdom is small. My foolishness great. But I shall overcome. All your hate and criticism.
I hate it when you do this. You made me frown. You took my smile of a day. And turned it upside down. You changed my views. Of the rest of the day. And made me cry. What a big display.
You can bring me up, You can throw me down. You can wear me out, You can make me frown. You can cut me up, You can give me pain. You can shatter my hopes, You can drive me insane.
When you want to speak but you're too afraid. When you can't understand the game they played. When you haven't even done it wrong. And the feeling stays around too long.
You think you know me. You don't know the half of it. You think you scare me. I'm just pushing back the wrath again.
Well you know what. I just don't care. There are far worse things than your cold stare. Harsher things than your grey glare, I'm not a sheet for you to tear. Well you know what. Yeah, I'm strong too.
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