Crybaby doesn’t understand
why the world sometimes grows small
enough to hold in his tiny hand
so big you can’t really see anything at all
we like to think we’re educating
we like to think we’re candid
But who really knows what we’re relating
whatever we think the situation demanded
I hope at least the love shows through
and softens all my blunders
I know I do my best by you
yet something in me always wonders
What is the song of the day?
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