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￭ in return for your navy blue shirt
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2006-03-07 | |
I make mistakes, and I slip up,
I try so hard, and you hang up.
I do my best, and you hate me,
Why canâ€™t you see that youâ€™re not me?
You have no clue what it is like,
I try and try, canâ€™t get it right.
Youâ€™re at my neck, canâ€™t get you off,
Why the hell donâ€™t you screw off?
Iâ€™m so tired Iâ€™m almost dead,
My serving you has lost my head.
I canâ€™t sleep, it isnâ€™t right,
I canâ€™t give in, without a fight.
Iâ€™m not perfect, why canâ€™t you see,
Your hounding me is killing me!
I need to go, get out of here,
But youâ€™ll find me, no matter where.
Youâ€™re like a hawk, see evrâ€™ything,
I try to hide, your eyeâ€™s too keen.
I try to run, and not give up,
You swoop down, and screw me up.
You think itâ€™s fun, I think it sucks.
You laugh at me, and I throw up.
You hit me hard, and I cry out,
You donâ€™t stop, you throw me out.
I cry awhile, my heart is broke,
I curl up, and take my yoke.
I want to show, how much I hurt
You all laugh, spit at my shirt.
So here I am, I cannot heal
Try to tell you, how I feel.
Try to explain, have no effect,
Iâ€™m sorry dad.
Iâ€™m not perfect.
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