I try to write but all I get is hit.
I can’t finish a sentence before someone starts talkin’ some . . .
I just want to sit here and speak my peace.
Why can’t they all stop, make their jabbering cease?
Oh man you’re just on a burnout quest.
I’m not part of it, I’m better than all the rest.
What, serious, are you freakin’ out of your mind?
You’re one of the biggest of the whacked out kind.
Look at me, do I look like I’m okay?
Do you hear my words, listen to what I say?
No, I can tell that you don’t hear,
Cause if you did you would just disappear.
Don’t look at me like that, trying to make me feel bad.
I’ve been dealing with your crap before you even knew you were sad.
So why don’t you give it a rest?
Don’t you know it would be for the best?
But, no, uh uh, you don’t know even have a clue,
My biggest dilemma is what to do with you.
Only one thing keeps it all from breakin’ loose.
I’m not ready for no hangman’s noose.
I’m here, and I’m stayin’, nothin’ gonna change that.
So just you back off real quick and stop actin’ like a brat.
I tell you this once so listen real clear, if you think this is about you,
Then ask yourself why do you think it could be true?
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