Who in the world has the blame?
All my ideas are lame
Some people have the worst of luck
Some people jus make lots of muck
It confuses me
I hate life, but only sometimes
When everything in life rhymes
I feel like I am in a book
Staring outside, with a wondering look
I am confused
When I am the last girl
You make we want to hurl
You don't even care
Because your head is full of air
That must be why I'm confused
But someday I will get over it
I won't bother me one bit
It all may be a lie
Owell that is me and me is I
Even though is confuses me
On the day when you feel sad and lonely
you are my one and only
When you are near, I feel at peace
All wrapped up in a blanket made of fleece
I am not confused
As I wonder
Listening to the loud roar of thunder
As I wonder
Thinking about yesterdays blunder
Some confusing thing
In my head there is confusion
Wondering
Is it all an allusion?
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