I don't know. I was just venting.
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The words are wrong.
The beats not strong.
When will I ever get it right?
My daddy's gone and built a new home.
My family is preserved in only my memory.
My momma's mind is on vacation with pay and having the time of its life while I sit here cold and grey.
Sometimes I don't know how to live and I know I don't got it all bad. But sometimes I can't help but feel sad. I don't know when I'll get it right, I don't know when I'll be satisfied. But for now I'm okay, and content, with being dumb.
I may never know how great I am.
I'll never know how to please her demands.
I'm just another number in someone else's book.
© Sean Kua 2011
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