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Mistress Max Rulz Presents |
My hopes are different. Yet hope itself is still the same. As is God though a different name. The object of my desire is different. Saying I love you--- is not the same thing meant? Why blame you I? My soul is lost? My life a disgrace? You call me the demise of the human race! What you eat makes me not fat. What you believe may not be fact. How can it be For all that is wrong Why blame you me? One thing for sure--Said with a sigh. One day for sure we all must die. So for not being you Why blame you I? |
How blame you me? It is your eyes that strain Still you do not see How blame you me? I do not walk in your shoes. They are shoes I cannot afford to buy. Yet I work, Cry, Die. In attempts to live your lie. Why blame you I? I am different. So you say. Yes I am Different Yet live thru the same day. I bleed in the same way. Why don't you see? Why blame you me? |
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