OH GLORY!

I don't want to be part of the problem and I try so hard to get roughed up. Then there's you screaming say something, I get so jealous that I can't even work. I don't like what I see. I don't know how it's become such a problem. How can they ask why I feel so angry?

Do you see my problem if I never explain it? But then there's you asking me how long. And i answered it's taken me so long.

I don't want to live my life like a story. I'm staring from a distance and why don't you come get a closer look?

I want to get myself back, I'm wondering where did they go?