Pushed Out

February 27, 2010
Here i stand out in the rain once again
I hate going back they toss me out and in
They treat me like a toy for their games and shuch
My hatred is begining to become to much
But you my best friend can drain me of hate
You do not let them use me for a game bait
Even though they will laugh when i walk back in
You will hold out a hand right infront of them
Though they look at you like you've commited a sin
Your strong as the trees just like you've always been

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