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Frustration overwhelms me, nothing left but this empty
feeling. rejection from the very same thing that gave
me definition, so ill bite the hand that feeds me, bight
the hand that bleeds me, break the hand that cheats me me.
you will never defeat me, i would rather stand and fight
without a chance at all than wait around for these so
called friends to break my fall, you pass your judgement
on me when its you whose buckling at the knees. well
bite the hand that feeds us, feeds us. well bite the hand
that bleeds us, bleeds us, well break the hand that cheats
us, cheats us, youll never defeat us. We are stronger
and we fight harder than any makeshift martyr, such an
arrogant elite, just begging to be heard, you scream word
after hollow word but now its our turn.
ive been there too, alone in a crowded room and theyre
all laughing at you a room full of rolling eyes and self
doubt, narrow minds and big mouths, youre not in this
alone and you dont have to feel that you are, were what
separates the heart from the heartless, so well push
forward regard less of the consequence. were what separates
the heart from the heartless, so well keep pushing regardless