You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that आप use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails
On a chalk board, calling me out when I'm wounded
You, picking on the weaker man
You can take me down
With just one single blow
But आप don't know what आप don't know
Someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so आप can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why आप gotta be so mean?
You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation...
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