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naked i

I've always been the smallest one in size.
Always pushed back in line.
I've always been the smallest one in a fight.
The first to bleed the last to heal.
Fragile to the point of breaking.
Until I stilled my heart.
And tried to push my way back in line.
Until I tightened my grip and tried to put up a fight.
Only to find I'm only trying to hide the shame.
The shame of the naked I.
 
All alone butchered  by silence,
The class very own king of outcasts.
The homecoming kings, over me their shadows were cast.
In a picture perfect moment I was the one no one noticed in the crowd
Everyday was just an over cast.
So I took my breathe and never said die.
I went in and stole the dance floor.
Never cared if anybody laughed at my two left foot.
All I wanted was everyone to notice me stamp my foot.
So I can be remembered for good.
Didn’t care if It made me look like a fool.
I wasn’t gonna let anyone steal the sport light from me again.  
Only to find I'm only trying to hide the shame.
The shame of the naked I.
 
Even today I'm still trying to survive
I put pictures of me with six packs out.
I don't want to be left behind.
I don't want to be the one no one notices in the crowd.
I'd rather lose my head than lose this heavy crown.
I'm still trying to hide my shame.
The shame of the naked I.
 
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