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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