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Hey, Mister "I can't see", kick this, I can't be,

This person just ain't me, lost it, I can't breathe.

Sometimes I want to show them my ability.

But can't cuz I can't find my frickin Honda's key.

If I could get my hands on some vitamin C,

I guarantee, I could cough up the fee,

But the defeat, and I can't eat.

So I retreat, always repeat,

Go through the same heat, walkin the same street.

Under the lights I squirm, and my actions confirm,

That I just can not learn, and I always return,

To the same trap, and the same crap.

I just can't fight it, and I'm delighted,

Cuz I lost, my body's been tossed.

Someday I'll realize, this is no surprise.

I roll my eyes up, I wish it would just stop,

All the same freakin problems, like leaky faucets go drip drop.



Since everything I know, is crap that I can't show.

And I'm just forced to stow, all my problems below.

I'm stressed out but I can't show, hold it in cuz I can't blow.

Sometimes I want to throw, all this crap off my shoulder, back to the road.

This crap's drivin me crazy, and I can't make you see.

Sit downstairs and write E-mail to you so you'll read.

Type it up and I'm free, but can't hit the "return key"

Hit backspace and erase that, screw me, I'll replace that,

With smiles and just laugh, who cares about the past?

Crap changes, it won't last, I'll pretend that it's all passed.

Like a gun blast, but it's too fast,

Feels like a slug to my chest, and whoever would have guessed?

Like a CD, that's on repeat,

And keeps playin the same beat, suffer the same defeat.

And the years turn, and I'm concerned.

Cuz, I don't learn, and I always return,

To the same trap, and the same crap.

      -Lo Ruhamah