Life is hard to understand
And feels like I've been banned
Because I never had an extra hand
No one to help me withstand
All the trouble
That seems to rumble
Right by so I crumble
Cause it is not humble
Why does it happen to me
Its the fruit of a poisonous tree
The good of the bad won't let me be
And no one can see
I should be used to it
The fire is always lit
It feels like being hit
And just won't stop not even a bit
Why haven't I stopped this
Well I always miss
Because that is all
And I always seem to fall
And feels like I've been banned
Because I never had an extra hand
No one to help me withstand
All the trouble
That seems to rumble
Right by so I crumble
Cause it is not humble
Why does it happen to me
Its the fruit of a poisonous tree
The good of the bad won't let me be
And no one can see
I should be used to it
The fire is always lit
It feels like being hit
And just won't stop not even a bit
Why haven't I stopped this
Well I always miss
Because that is all
And I always seem to fall



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