"A Song For Your Haters"
Mean things that they shout at you.
Let fools rage and let 'em stew.
That's the worse that they can do.
Deep inside their hearts are hallow.
Critics who won't run the race
Want to put you in your place.
Cowards who can't keep your pace:
Never born to lead but follow.
Lift your chin and walk on by.
Let the hungry vampires die.
As you flourish, they will cry.
In self pity, they must wallow.
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Posted on August 4, 2009 at 5:16am —
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