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SOME PEOPLEMy weary eyes won’t let me weepWide open, I can’t just sleepI can’t believe what I’ve seen todayI can’t conceive what some people sayAccusations of the air they breatheMinor tragedies of which they seetheBeware of these howling drama seekersOne slip up and you’ll be down to your sneakersShe says she is God’s chosen healerShe says she cares about all who meet herWell maybe it’s true for a minute or twoYou’ll be her best friend until she decides to sueSome people just don’t understandI show compassion and give them a handBut when my help is thrown out and there’s spit on my palmIt just makes me doubt any future of calmNothing I say is good enough for these peopleAlways something to pick apart or stapleAll day long nonsense I’m being fedAll night long I ponder what I should have saidAll I can hope for is a new day, a new chanceAnd some people who won’t blow up at a glanceOut there somewhere where I can’t seeThere are some people just like me.
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