On the brink is where I am,
Hated and betrayed, mistreated...misunderstood-
My cheeks have been cut by blood red tears
But my baby, it's okay, you have no time to fear.
They hate me now, for no fault of mine.
To those people, I don't exist at all.
My morality has been attacked by tons of lies,
But my baby, it's no use, cause no one can hear you cry.
They spit acid on my face as I raise my voice,
Saying that I am the one accused.
And now I have shut myself from the world outside,
But my baby, hold on to it, even if it's a tough ride.
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