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Today, tomorrow, even the next day,

They always find a way to pray,

They sit and observe,

Its all fucking obscured,

How can anyone hurt someone so bad,

Do they think that were glad?

It just all pisses me off, Im so mad,

They sit and they wait until your all alone,

All you do is wish someone else was home,

Its like its you they pick,

I think they try and make you sick,

He plays me for a fool,

And uses me for his own personal tool,

Its all fucked up aint it?

Just a little bit,

I sit and cry,

And I do wish I could die,

But I wont,

He cant have everything he wants just like I dont,

So I sit here and wonder what life would be like,

If I wasnt here then shit would be tight,

But yet I sit here and put up a major ass fight.