Don’t hate me
Don’t hate me please
I am not the failure you see
Just a feature in your failure’s grease
Slide not on my floor,
Then curse my front door
For this I made
Without your marmalade
I eat what I earn
And for more I still yearn
Sometimes it is bran
That I borrowed from my gran'
So pity not me as well
Am to you like grass to well
I sip and drain
For life I have to gain
Why would you cry?
Instead, give it a try
We aren’t wrong
Just a lil’ less strong
Your smile fades at mine
Why won’t you reflect mine shine?
You wish it were yours
But wishing only wastes your hours
The story of my life
Should never be strife
Jus’ ‘cause beneath the sun
‘Tis father like son
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