Misguided minds of those who fuster
live in a worldly cluster.
Complaining increases disability,
fogs your visibility.
Life is painless,
for those pretty thin faces.
But not for you darling,
not for you.
Alone in the empty kitchen
you listen to the bitching.
Plugging your mislead ears,
shut out your fears shed no tears.
Life is painless,
for those pretty thin faces.
But not for you darling,
not for you.
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