Taunted
words and music by Bill Pere

Taunted
Run a gauntlet down an endless hall
And every day I'm
Haunted
Relentless echoes of the names they call

You were the only one who ever stood by my side
Every day when all I'd want to do is run and hide

Taunted
Run a gauntlet down an endless hall
And every day I'm
Haunted
Relentless echoes of the names they call

Each day the words would sting like the point of a dart
In a crowd with a target right on my heart

Hoping just to hear silence,
Hoping just to hear quiet
Wondering every day why it's always me
Try to slip away, daydream
Never fit into mainstream
Ridicule would make pain seem all too real

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