Playground Blues
When i look out at the
playground
what do you think i see
darkness and depression
no certainly not me
what am i saying
gotta get a grip
or else i'll take
that trip
they all play together
but they leave me
they play tag, catch, and football
too.
but i sit and scream
my head off.
What did i do?
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