I'm tired of you bringing me down
When I should be getting around
I don't need the endless grief
And things being taken like a thief
When will I finally be able to see
What will be better in the end for me
I don't want to seem selfish to you
But all I'm pleading is fairness through.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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