So miserable I forgot to sing
how did I remember anything
I was dwelling on the one
who's so better than me
I was dwelling on a real
old definition of three
I was dwelling on the man
who did a killing spree
Good lord
it makes a miserable shivaree
tempted to leave it there
but I've got to dig in
there's no more space
left to be a dimwit pig in
I can only be myself
one still learning to start there
until I get it right
lay my soul cupboard-bare
I'm getting stronger
so you wicked men beware
I might just have notion yet
and I am in the mood to share
what
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