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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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