Why do people who have no clue
Always make it a point to dip their
Mouths into my life?
I don't know - I guess they feel certain you won't hit them.
If I could lift my hands, perhaps I would.
Why do you get upset about it?
They don't know what you know
They don't know what you do
To make it through each day
You don't have to prove anything
To anyone.
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