It Happens
flat tire oh!
well that i can mend
but somehow what's the use
it's bound to happen again
taken smack from people
... yet i bare it and grin
that;s why i never view authority figures
as any type of friend
money pressure are is billing up
this is such an awful trend
seems like i've run out of luck
what a hell of a shape i'm in
complianing does no good
that's how you start to loose friends
so i try to keep my mouth shut
hoping it will all work out in the end
i expect bad things to happen
thinking it will blow it over like the wind
knowing i'll get over that eventually
but i geuss that all depends
i ask myself quite often
why can't i be like other men
the only answer is i'm reaping what i've sown
and paying for some of my sins
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