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I'm sorry I truly am for constantly complaining, It's just that times are hard and it doesn't want to stop raining, My problems, they aren't as bad as I make them out to be, They're true, but they don't happen as drastically, My dad, he doesn't worry about the present day, He's more concerned about my future, 'bout what I'll do and say, He says that he's changed, says I'm the way he used to be, But he hasn't changed, and change I may never see, I may not even be alive, if I can't handly all this pressure, I mean to my next birthday I'm not even really sure, But I mean, what a loss, there is no one who would miss me, I'd like to see my funeral, how many people there would be, I don't want attention, all I really want is love, I can't get it, not from family, school, not even him above, I'll stop now, no one's listening, probably talking to a wall, I'll just go out pretend that I'm happy, and hope that I don't fall!