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Since I was an infant/ I was deemed/ to be a misfit

Could never paid attention/ like if my mind was missing

I remember back at recess/ blowing the cute girls kisses

With the quitness/ they shout me a look and started hissing

Me and the bullies were down/ yeah/ we use to kick it

While I was on the ground/ getting my stomach/ kicked in

Scared shit less/ walking around in pants that were pissed in

At Christmas/ must of/ missed the/ gift list

The card from Santa/ read/ tough shit kid

Remember that one time/ you didn't do the dishes

Well what the hell/ is that shit/ in my stockin