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Bug on My Shoulder

There's a little bug on my shoulder
But it won't go away

There's a little bug on my shoulder
I shrug
But I guess it's here to stay

There's a little bug on my shoulder
It's starting to itch

There's a little bug on my shoulder
I wish somebody would kill the son-of-a-

There's a little bug on my shoulder
That's making me want to die

There's a little bug on my shoulder
I hear his busy buzzing everyday
And sometimes at night, I cry

There's a little bug on my shoulder
I plead that someone will take it away

There's a little bug on my shoulder
It's depression and anxiety rubs off on me
EVERYDAY!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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