Nothing seems to go right
Is something wrong with me,
Apparently yes, some say
Maybe it's true, to a degree.
But neither can you deny
That you're not making it easy,
When I can't handle it
Overwhelmed and feel queasy.
All you did was stand aside
While I struggled through,
You even gave a little laugh
When I was screwed.
Oh well, hands in the air
I surrender, raise a white flag,
You should be happy now
To see the tongues wag.
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