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What We See

How can you call me names
when you don't even know me
walk down the hallways and all I hear is
'w****, nasty, ugly'
how can you call me that when I
don't even know your name
you don't know me
all you know is what you see
maybe its envy or jealousy
what you do know, though
is that all the eyes are on me
you never saw anyone as unique as me
or maybe..
you're not used to it
eyes not on you now
or maybe...
there are things that I don't know
I don't know that you cry yourself to sleep
I don't know that you're just hurt,too

But for now, we'll never know
'Cuz all we know is what we see



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