I battled on through
Filling my eyes with such
It almost killed me to do
It scared me so much
I needed someone there beside
As I could not face alone
I needed to run and hide
I've been cruelly knocked off my throne
You don't understand the pressure
The subjecting that I do
All this is all so simple
For everyone and for you
What if every instinct
Was screaming that's not right
Would you continue shopping
Would you put up any fight?
I came away with three bags
Three more than I had before
Now I make excuses to not go home
To hide my shame outside my door
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