you ask me
why i cry
you don't seem
to understand
the reason
i try to tell you
how i feel
and i'm wrong
i try to tell you
why i shake
and i'm the victim
you try to say
that you had to do
what you had to do
and that i shouldn't question
but each day i ask
i pray and i plead
so i may find out
all the answers
that you have
so i may be
so smart
in my own life
and ask no more
of myself
as i walk on out the door
(go)
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