Why is life hard
Why is life contentious
Why does everyone
Have to be pretentious
In my heart I know
I don't know who
Else does
There are so few
We come and go
Never finding
Never knowing
I could be asking
Take me away
Take me away
From this state of mind
Where can I go
To get away from
This state of mind
Seems like
You have
Gone and
Left me
Never to
Be seen
Again
There was a girl
She didn't know
Who to pick
So one day
She picked Rick
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