Answers
You come to me for answers
I talk you’re not listeningTell me you need my help
And then cut me off
What’s the point to this
You’re just wasting my time
I wish I could cut you out
Let your cancer burn away
One less problem child
One less worry for me
I keep running out of time
Your distractions only pile on
Wish I could scream out loud
Use your brain and go away
Life would be much easier
But I need this
Written and Published by Don Leach. May not be used without permission from the author.
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