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Why does my life have to be so messed up
Just give me a clue,
Come on man,
tell me what's up
I try to be good, you know
do the right thing, like so
But after 26 years of doing that
I got tired of being the door mat
So then I picked myself up off the floor
Hey, I joined the crowd
right through the door
So there I was one of them
Wearing that shirt that said
I'm with him
But I never found the one that read
I'm with her like the story said
And that's OK that's just fine
I'll get there someday
Just get in line
So there I was walking to the back
wondering when I could catch some slack
Then that good Ole' boy from across the way
Said I could cut in line, what could I say?
How was I suppose to know
it would piss them off, that bad
So then I ask, hey you know my dad?
And they all smiled, and nodded and said they did
But hell, I haven't seen him since I was a kid
Don't get me wrong I love my dad
and my dad sure loves me
But we split up, just wasn't meant to be
He only knew how to live one way
let me go, gave me a kiss, and said
I'll see ya around one day
Daddy's little girl, his pride, his joy
I just wonder if it might be different
you know, if I was his only boy
But the past is past
and the memories don't last
I let it go, let it ride
It doesn't matter what's inside
I'm all grown up and on my own
I just wish they'd throw me a bone
Why does my life have to be so messed up
Just give me a clue,
Come on man,
tell me what's up
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