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There Are Worse Things


I could not make my bed for days And let all the blankets stay Twisted and sprawled There are worse things I could not clear my plate When I am finished at the table To let the food fester and spoil There are worse things I could curse my father For never coming home Let the words fall like out like tears There are worse things I could burn my mother's favorite picture Of her favorite family dog, Brandy Let it turn to ashes in front of my eyes There are worse things I could teach my sister how to drive real fast With only one hand on the wheel To see the fright in her eyes There are worse things I could stop trying in school Not go to college to get a job Let my life be wasted, just like my father's There are worse things I could try my hardest to be the best And become a lawyer, a doctor, a priest Inspire others, instead of being inspired There are worse things I could be successful And be happy Let all the worse things fly away There are worse things
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