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I make mistakes, and I slip up,
I try so hard, and you hang up. I do my best, and you hate me, Why can’t you see that you’re not me? You have no clue what it is like, I try and try, can’t get it right. You’re at my neck, can’t get you off, Why the hell don’t you screw off? I’m so tired I’m almost dead, My serving you has lost my head. I can’t sleep, it isn’t right, I can’t give in, without a fight. I’m not perfect, why can’t you see, Your hounding me is killing me! I need to go, get out of here, But you’ll find me, no matter where. You’re like a hawk, see evr’ything, I try to hide, your eye’s too keen. I try to run, and not give up, You swoop down, and screw me up. You think it’s fun, I think it sucks. You laugh at me, and I throw up. You hit me hard, and I cry out, You don’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, I’m sorry dad. I’m not perfect.
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