Hard Life
Im sorry that im a kid thats young and stern
yelling at me means i'll never never learn
I wanna take my clothes and pack
I Wanna leave you alone and never come back
Still trying to find a decent job
But no luck since im such a slob
I have no friends and I dont know why
Probably because they all are getting high
I wish that you could still be called my wife
But thats impossible in this hard life.
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