She would always have something new to worry about
and it seemed her bitching was her way at clout.
She would amount everything on her shoulders
and in her heart a fire still smolders.
So bare your soul for the world to see
and see how much pity can bring you glee.
So pass the buck and get your fill
and maybe if your lucky you'll get a pill.
Maybe someday life will fly right
and maybe you might just forget about it all tonight.
So have someone pick the tears off your cheeks
and hope that you have something to bitch about for weeks.
So pass the time finding something to cry about
and find some new tangible reason to shout.
So sing in my ear to settle my mind
and hope that I'm not scared at what I find.

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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