Most of the time you are making me want to kill myself
and all the other sometimes you're busy picking on someone else
You claim to have a good will inside of your heart, so hard to find
I'm wondering if it's even there or maybe I am blind
But no because if you were kind I guess I'd feel it too
besides my mind only finds time to please the likes of you
You have me trying to figure you out, I'm looking like a fool
I hope find peace of mind by having your own personal tool.
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