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"Kids These Days" **
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Angry It's so common, what's the problem?
Never been the only one to,
Want to do stuff cuz it's fun too.
All these people that I know,
Have always made me feel below,
Them because of what I do,
Though they've always done it too.
Goodness gracious, let's all make this,
Bigger than it has to be,
Let's all stop and look at me.
Maybe all we're ever doing,
Is sitting here, boiling, stewing.
Tempers building, pain you still bring.
Chilling, thrilling, dreams of killing,
Choking, spitting, all the pills sting.
Smoking, slitting, just a guy thing.
I'm so sorry if you worry,
Don't try to contain my fury.
If I'm mad, you're not the reason,
And if I scream, I'm only teasin.
Please don't try to understand me,
At least not till you befriend me.
God knows that I'd love to love you,
Got knows that I've coveted you.
But I can't trust what you just can't say,
And I can't make you feel the same way.
If you want to be my friend, then,
Call me up like way back when again.
-Lo Ruhamah
