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When I wake up in the morning,
I have courage and hope.
Hope that the day ahead,
will be better than the last.

But every day, it's the same.
It seems everybody knows my name.
It's like the taunting will never stop.
I wish my head would just pop.

Every day the same old strain,
my hopes and dreams are always slain,
It just keeps getting worse and worse,
Maybe it's a curse.

People treat me like a rat,
All because I'm a little fat.
Suddenly my life goes down,
Everyday I wear a frown.

What do I do?
What can I do?
Then suddenly
I think of you.

You who were always their for me,
Who got in trouble because of me,
But you were never ever angry at me,
My very best friend, you'll always be.