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I am trying, but it just won't work,

i only get called crazy, mean, stupid or jerk,

no matter how honest and true to myself i am,

these damn chosen girls of mine always slam

the door in my face, through a call or text,

always the day after i get goodbye sex,

mind is perplexed and girls are complex,

the way they can so easily move onto the next,

i always will be me, and they them,

everybody lies, both men and women,

without a care to get what they wanted,

in the end the lie always gets flaunted,

the me gets called crazy, few screws loose,

ugly hick mother fucker with a missing tooth,

when really the whole damn truth,

is i am missing nothing but my youth.