Unfair, how the very same words are said,
to mean entirely different things,
and how cruel it is for you to sit there,
watching me try to figure it out.
All I ever did was make my way through,
the barricades that eventually led me here,
and all I get for my hard work
is the uncertainty I longed to be rid of.
Let me go, let me go, let me go.
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