and I snapped at that hag.
No you don't.
Get on out of here.
My whole life it's been clear.
I don't need you dear.
You know it too
and all I do for you.
Is provide and protect
but I get little respect
and neither do you
so that's how we do.
Now each day it gets colder
as we grow older
and I try and I try
just to get by
but you keep
holding me back
making me fat
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