Baggage
I tried to be nice and polite
Last thing I'd do, pick up a fight
Just for today, be out of sight
Not a thing just seems to be right
I can take your dumb, stupid ways
But please stop stepping on my base
Stop making me part of your case
You run yours, I'd run my own race
You always see my brown as beige
Sick of being stuck on your own page
Enough about yours, mind my rage
I've had enough of your baggage
Copyright © Jesus De Castro | Year Posted 2015
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