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Why am i so good at bein a fool, 

why is it so hard for me to realize it, 

i try to remember the good things i say, 

its hard to, its hard, 

its hard to do, 

im not a poet just an idiot, 

tryin to make my blind way through the days, 

dont talk to me,when i am saddened, 

its hard to, 

its hard to do, 

when im alone in my room 

i just think of the days that i sat sad and tired,


when im alone the only thing for me is you and
everything you do, 

im lazy and stupid, 

but i cant get enough of you lately 

its changin each day, 

the reasons i be with you i just wanna be right
here, 

why am i so damn hard just to please, 

can any one make any sense out of me 

i try remember the good things ive done, 

its hard to, 

its hard to do