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Your sticks and stones Always broke more than my bones. Because I believed you would never hurt me. But I should have believed you the first time You releavled yourself “Oh I’m sorry, if you hadn’t…” You wouldnt hurt so bad Your sticks and stones Always piercing into me And you’ll always be lurking in the shadows A ghostly reminder Of what my innocence believed That you once loved me, That once upon a time My soul was cared for. I grew up a while ago, Atleast you gave me that, You stole that My innocence was beaten With your sticks and stones They always broke more than just my bones.