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People speak of better days
Not only a minor on their way
But in the present I keep getting fouled
More than in my fair share why is this being allowed
Why my always followed by this cloud
My vision hazy
Situations try to plow me
Although I continued to stand so far
How long shall my world be this bizarre?
People succeed while I fail
Others under sunshine and I am bombarded by hail
Even the air I breathe is stale
Skin pasty and pale
Can’t even catch the attention of a whale
Women mammoth in size don’t even steal a glance
All I want is my chance
A little reason to dance
A female to spend money on that will give me hell
Maybe a job that is pretty well
A car to get from point a to b do
Is that to must ask for me
I don’t want the world to feel sorry
For take pity just give me a shot to survive in this city
Quite taking your frustrations out on me
I’m not a piñata don’t treat me as such
I’m not an antique porcelain doll girls can touch
So I’m an asshole I don’t pretend
I know my shortcomings you mustn’t remind me again and again
But then I’m a smartass taboot
I make a good target when you want to shoot
Take my name run it through the mud
Make everyone hate me and stomp me like bug