what the hell is wrong with us,
I mean, why are things like they are?
I could see it
if we were really bad sons of bitches,
doing mean nasty things all the damn time,
but we're not.
we play by the damn rules,
we live (or try to) like we're supposed to,
but we keep getting into the shit,
shoved deep into it,
and there just never seems to be an end to it.
you got any damn idea why?
I've tried to figure it out,
tried to understand it,
but no luck with that.
just no luck at all.
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