Good Grief
Wa wa wonk wonk wonkwa
Have I won the Shulzer Prize?
Burping beautiful blue butterflies
Metamorphizing my mind
If only I could turn back time
Yet I can change into a colorful cartoon
I’m such a buffoon
And deep down I know
That when I stop feeling sorry for myself
Only then will I be forgiven for my shortcomings
So, until we meet again ...
“I love you, Mama.”
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