Sitting in the dirt without a shirt
Without a wall to claim as mine
I've been looked at with disdain and anger
Ive been ignored and mistaken for another
On my bare chest people can read my message
It was something I needed to confess
Help get me away from myself
See, I'm the one to blame
So point me out and I'll raise my hand and say my name
I'd do anything to be part of the game
A coind or a piece of bread
Anything just to show you're not afraid
I've still got a face, I've got a story to tell
to anybody who wants to give a damn
and forget for a second
the dirt and the shame
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