At what age did you feel I didn't need, or deserve the pleasure of feeling special
At what time did your giving a **** run out of quarters
Why is it always me that has to crane and strain to pat myself
on the back
Somehow my extra effort makes your lack there of worse
And it ******* hurts.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
At what age did you feel I didn't need, or deserve the pleasure of feeling special
At what time did your giving a **** run out of quarters
Why is it always me that has to crane and strain to pat myself
on the back
Somehow my extra effort makes your lack there of worse
And it ******* hurts.
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