Burn a hole through me
As though I were made of plastic
As though I were a lunatic
As though I would let you
Without holding me down
Kicking and screaming
As though you were going to kill me
As though I'd never see
Any of my family
You burn a hole through me
When you walk right by me
And keep going past me
Like the tip of a cigarette
It doesn't hurt as bad
It just makes me mad
That you don't want me
Because I could be
The best you've ever had
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