Unfair
my words that i speak do not matter,
with your constant worry of getting fatter
my confusion are not important to you
no matter if i am fourteen or twenty- two
when i am just standing i am in they way
no mattetr what or who i am i never get my say
you will complain about your stupid job
thinking it's important you really are a snob
the promises you make are left to be forgotten
the lies you weave in my life as tender as cotton
forget about what i want because you never care
when did ever turn out to be totally unfair?
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