wish things could change
You put me in the basement
While he’s up there
You just say life isn’t fair
You say you wish things would change
But you just call me deranged
You have the ability to change
But you just choose to remain the same
Life doesn’t come easy to me
It isn’t a guarantee
I wish thinks could change
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