Anxiety
How many times will I say it
I'm tired of this game
But still you replay it
You'll remember this name
I'll see to that now
You don't gotta wonder how
Just know that I remember
That I wasn't a member
and I didn't get a break
At the end of December
So mad I could dismember
Every and anybody
That should be so unlucky
As to rub me wrong
Why do you think I write songs
Why do you think I light bongs
Why do you think that I think
That this year was too long?
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