Problems with You My Dear
Your disposition my dear,
Is more than I can bare.
The trouble with you,
Is that you're never there.
And when you are,
You're very angry.
You hate the world.
You hate yourself.
I cannot take the brunt,
Of your problems.
You say you can't,
Take mine.
I've never a face,
As angry as yours.
I have problems that you give me.
I have problems with you my dear.
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