I live my life
Under the microscope
I'm picked apart for free
I've lost all sight
Of that ray of hope
I'm not what they want me to be
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Is it such a crime
To fall short of perfection
I've done the best I could
I never go
In the right direction
I'm always misunderstood
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Is it the calling of another
To call out the faults of a brother
Why can't they help the weak to be strong
They can't be right, why am I wrong
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Everyone always has their say
But maybe I won't even care someday
Until then this world keeps on haunting me
Will I ever be what I wish I could be
I hope and I pray that the world could see
The good, not the bad, in me
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