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My Song
(Verse 1)
Around Chad
I can be mad,
sometimes Sad,
and even Glad,
But don’t tell my dad.
He only wanted one thing.
He kept me on a string.
He gave me a ring.
He loved that I could sing.
He bossed me like he was a King.
(Chorus)
I was so wrong!
He was just playing me all along.
And I just went along.
Where do I belong?
And then I heard it, my song.
(Verse 2)
I am a grad,
and I sure was glad.
I’ve moved on to Brad.
If only I had,
listened to my dad.
I look back on High School.
I was just his tool.
How could I have been such a fool.
I thought he was cool.
I should have obeyed my dad’s rule.
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Brad wasn’t the One.
Love and I must be done.
I’m going to end up as a nun.
I just want to have some fun.
Then I met the “Son”.
He was very romantic.
His name was Rick.
He was there for me when I was sick.
He says if I was the last one on earth it wouldn’t matter; it would be I who he would pick.
I’m glad he isn’t like the other guys who were such a dick.
(Chorus)
I was so wrong!
He was just playing me all along.
And I just went along.
Where do I belong?
And then I heard it, my song.
(Verse 4)
My song gives me a reason to live.
I heard it when I was five,
after my mother died when she went out to drive.
I don’t want to be alive!
I know what I have to do, and that is to survive.
I am just getting tired of,
All this c*** and their gifts I must get rid of.
I am deserving of.
All this might be undreamed of,
but I will find true love.
(Chorus 2X)
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