I can't eat i can't sleep,
I don't dream I just weep.
I think through my life,
About all the pain and about the strife.
About my childhood and how it went,
About my adulthood and how it was spent.
The misery pain and the joy,
What little fun I had as a little boy.
Now that I'm an adult,
Was it all really my own fault.
Could it be can you really see,
How my life was or how it would be.
What can I do what would it be,
I guess my life is full on misery.

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