You don't want to be here                                                                                                                       all these people, no place near.                                                                                                           Why don't you just go?                                                                                                              Sometimes I feel I have to call the popo.                                                                                             You hit and scream                                                                                                                            when all we do is dream.                                                                                                                        Of happy days                                                                                                                                         so far it's just a haze.                                                                                                                           Four of us,                                                                                                                                        always under the bus.                                                                                                                           We need help!                                                                                                                                      You started with two                                                                                                                     everyone blessed you.                                                                                                                          Left him, why?                                                                                                                                        I'm sure he cried.                                                                                                                        Remarried a freek                                                                                                                                  his life is so bleak.                                                                                                                                Had another,                                                                                                                                         and got another.                                                                                                                                   You are crazy dear mother!                                                                                                                       I know you're never glad,                                                                                                                      just mad.                                                                                                                                               You miss your family,                                                                                                                                 your first family.                                                                                                                                     We can't be what you had                                                                                                                         so please stop being sad...


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