There you are, alone, with no hope of ever having,
something to be proud of, something earned without thinking.
Yes, I know you're a person, a person close to me.
Who do think you are? What more do you want from me.
Ball Tongue. 4X
Why are you at home, buried in your self-pity?
Why do you insist on making a mockery out of me?
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