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Broken wings just kick up sand,

Broken dreams now fill my hand.

I can't win now cuz I gave up,

Could have had it if I'd wake up.

I'm a slave to what I've made me.

I would give it all to save me.

Maybe if my job paid better,

Maybe if I'd get a letter.

Always seemed to make Steve happy.

But his life seemed lots less crappy.

Now he's gone away to college,

Off to soak up lots of knowledge.



Anyway, back to my topic,

You'd think that by now I'd drop it.

But, I'm gay, so just bear with me.

Reeling now cuz someone hit me.

You can see all of my issues,

But so what? I still don't miss you.

My temper's short as Melissa Armstrong,

They're all too scared to tell me I'm wrong.

I don't care if everyone's mad,

Sorry, kid, but that's just too bad.

Maybe later when I'm rested,

Right now I'm just way too stressed,

With all this stuff that I have got,

So high strung, my nerves are shot.

What are sympathy and patience?

Tripping, making mental faceplants.

Don't forget, he's prolly faking,

Never giving, always taking.

Nothing for you, dear, I'm sorry,

But, I'll stop him, don't you worry.

      -Lo Ruhamah