You say you have issues,
While you lay on a bed of tissues,
Your boyfriend leaves with out a good-bye,
So you fall to your knees, and cry,
You say you have issues,
Cause you lay on a bed of tissues,
Your friends dis you,
And you feel like saying Boo-Hoo,
You say you have issues,
Just because of all these tissues,
You say you have issues,
But really, i lay on a bed of tissues,
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BUT, the tissues are soft. They hear the anguish.