I am sorry to hear you are depressed
I am guessing you missed out on success
Things not going right
In the middle of the night
you lie awake
with burdens on your chest
Well spend a little time now contemplating
on how long my heavy problem has me waiting
for I long to have some lovers
that I can kiss beneath the covers
but how can I when
I just can't get to dating?
I bulge into my jeans with hips of jelly
and I cannot close my zipper
from fat belly
If I had a real sharp kife
I'd cut off all this strife
I've seen the doctors do it on the telly
This pimple on my nose is getting bigger
when I go out in the street the people snigger
I hate my ugly face
and I feel a disgrace
all I want to be a cute gold digger
Those girls get all the guys that they can handle
to them I could never hold a candle
so in my bed alone
I shall weep and simply moan
and I bet your problems now seem elemental
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