UNFAIR
I NEVER UNDERSTAND
SHOULD I?
THEY NEVER TELL ME
SHOULD THEY?
I NEVER KNOW
SHOULD I?
THEY NEVER KNOW
SHOULD THEY?
THEY SHOULD.
THEY SHOULD TELL ME WHEN SOMETHING'S WRONG
NOT JUST ASSUME I KNOW
BECAUSE I DON'T
I'M NOT PERFECT
NO ONE IS
IT'S UNFAIR.
I'M RANTING LIKE A THREE-YEAR OLD
YET
IT'S UNFAIR
UNFAIR AND UNHEARD OF
TO TELL YOUR DAUGHTER
SHE'S AN IDIOT
IN MORE OR LESS TWO WORDS
AND A LOOK.
A LOOK THAT'S MORE THAN LOVE
MORE THAN DISGUST.
BUT BORDERLINE HATRED
READY TO JUMP THE BORDER
INTO HATRED-VILLE.
IT'S UNFAIR.
IT'S UNFAIR TO ASSUME THAT DRIVING IS WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO
KNOWING THAT I'M AFRAID
THAT I'VE ALWAYS BEEN BEHIND
SOCIALLY AND MENTALLY
YET YOU ALWAYS BRING IT UP
I SHOULD KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME
SHOULDN'T I?
THEY SHOULD KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME
SHOULDN'T THEY?
IT'S UNFAIR.
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