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I Get It


I get it, I really do The explanation for what ever I’m going through. My problem isn’t being bored Or being ignored It’s not about having no money for food, Or me being in a bad mood Now the problem is clear to see That the real problem is me. All I ever do is complain And it drives everyone insane So now I’ve come up with this conclusion To end all my confusion I give up I’m out of luck So now I finally see That what I need to change… is me
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