Childhood Woes, by MAC
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My juice box never
Lasts long enough
To quench my thirst
Or earn my love
My diaper is soggy
I always seem to wet
I can’t control my bladder
At least… not yet
I never seem to get my way
My parents tell me no
And when I ask them why
It’s always ‘cause I told you so’
They always put clothes on me
And I don’t understand why
I’d rather be a naked baby
Don’t dress me or I’ll cry
I never want to go to sleep
I only want to play
I never want to grow up
Little is what I want to stay |
Posted: 2009-09-02 05:40:22 UTC |
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