A Magnet For Misery
When I was seventeen, I thought I was in love,
but soon found out, he was just a thug.
Then I was twenty, and another came along,
yep, he was singing the that same old song.
Thirty rolled around, and this one was for sure,
nope, another bad helping of man manure.
I'm a glutton for punishment, everyone can see,
I'm a magnet for misery... "but why me."
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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