OH WHAT 2 DO
You’ve put me on the shelf again
I cannot cry I can’t complain
You see me as some rich desert
You’re saving for a time to splurge
I do not want to be some “flan”
Just sitting in a pastry pan
Oh what to do oh what to do
You always say don’t trust in you
And now you say I’ve hurt your friend
And you have planned for me a swift end
But oh what to do, oh what to do
You’ve always said don’t trust in you
But you’re my out; my life’s astray
You will not go or stay away
I cannot cry nor dare complain
Why must I drink the bitter rain?
Please answer me, once teacher dear
I lie awake, I do not fear
But what to do, oh what to do
You’ve always known
I trust in you
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