It's so tiring always trying to be good.
But I have instant karma.
So I tackle my problems,
mostly by shoving them under my bed.
I hide my dirty laundry in the corner of my room
And I take on the world.
With a brave face and a deep breath I grab the broken pieces of a persons soul
And with Elmer's glue and duct tape attempt a surgeons job.
They try to fix their problems by avoiding the surgeon general warning.
They try to shove their clothes under my bed too.
It overflows
My room is a mess
And I have 12 bodies scattered across my home.
My home is my heart
I can't bear the burden
Of being good
to everyone but myself.
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