People always say, "Life isn't fair."
So breathe in this fresh crisp air.
Someone call the mechanic, I need a repair.
Take me away from this despair.
I'm not gonna waste these words, about a boy.
Because no matter what, it won't bring me enough joy.
I don't mean to annoy.
But still you continue to destroy.
Sometimes I dream, we were made for each other.
But I wake up, and you still have another.
And we continue to live these day, one after the other.
So I say a prayer.
All of this I declare.
No one else will ever compare,
but like they always say..."Life isn't fair."
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