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I'm trying to care; I don't know why
You can only do so much, Then you break down and cry. Give all you have; you're ready to crack Did anyone call for me? Can you please rub my back? We're out of milk and there's no soap I didn't clean my room? The kid stomps away to mope. The school called and a package arrived Better forget about you, Who cares if you have cried. What's to eat? Did you get what I asked? Nary a single "Thank you" Once again, you are last. So why do I cry, why do I care? Is there any real point? It just doesn't seem fair. But everyday it's the same thing I break down and I cry And you get all your things.
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