They call me strong, that nothing can string me tight,
I don't care if I'm wrong. All I know was that all my life I had to fight.
.
They see me stand tall, as a flint, split across my lip,
They've never seen me swing to the rhythm, as an axe to a tree's hip.
They've neither seen my tears, nor do they hear my complaints,
They haven't either seen my fears, or have they seen any of the times I'd faint.
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The truth is:
I grow tired of pain,
I'm...