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What’s the point in living this life,
When all it causes is trouble and strife.
Even when you say nothing at all,
Things still seem to end in a brawl.
Once you get a label such as a ‘bitch’,
It’s a very hard label to forever ditch.
Have a day off, be out of sight,
Yet you’re still the one to cause the fights?
Too many assumptions from people who ‘know you well’,
They know nothing about me so they can fuck right off to Hell.
It’s beginning to really piss me off right now,
How I just turn up somewhere and off goes another row.
And yet the people have no idea what they are arguing for,
Once again, presumptions that I am involved, and it’s starting to bore.
Think what they will, I really don’t want to know,
Because this isn’t anything that I really want to bestow.
Just so that I’m making myself clear,
You know fuck-all about me, you’re not even near.
So carry on presuming, for you know best,
I care not. No longer will I get stressed.
So piss off, grow up, get a life,
I will no longer endure this trouble and strife.
