You stomped on me down to my core. You pushed me down to the floor, I got back up after I was torn. You made me bleed and I was hurt. You put me in a crowd, but I got real loud even stumbling to the cold hard ground. I was thrown in lost and found.
I saw gadgets on the weeping ground making sounds. You kept trying to tare me down and I still got rid of my silent frown. Violent behavior and you’re...