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*** Autor textu: A.Morissette
These are the thoughts
that go through my head
in my backyard
on a sunday afternoon
when I have the house
to myself and I am not
spending all that energy on
fighting with my
boy - friend
Is he the one
that I will marry
then why is it so hard to be
objective about myself
why do I feel singularly
alone, am I supposed to live
in this crazy city
can blindly come to make fear
induced regurgitated
life denying tradition
be overcome
where does the mo - ney go that I sin
to those in need of me
if so much why do
some people have
nothing still why do
I feel frantic when I
first wake up in the morning
why do you say you
are spiritual
yet you treat people like shit
How can you say
you're close to god
and yet you talk behind
my back as though I'm not
a part of you why do
you, say your fine when it's
obvious you are not
why is it so hard to tell
you what I want
why cant you just read
my mind
Why do I fear that
the quieter I am
the less you will listen
why do I care weather
you like me or not
why is it so hard
for me to be angry
why is it such work
to stay conscious and so
easy to get stuck and not the other way around
Will I ever move
back to Canada again
I'd be with a lover
with whom I am a student
and I'll ask her why am I
encouraged to shut my
mouth when it gets
too close
to home why can't I
live, in the mo - ment
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