The man told you no
And you couldn’t handle it
What kind of an adult are you?
Self absorbed, just a bit?
Where is it written
That you must always have your way?
Perfect, you are not
Not yesterday or today
“Yes, I understand”
The words, you should have said
Instead mole hills became mountains
Your integrity, it’s dead
Stand up and grow up
Show us you have a spine
Your oh so sad story
What a cry baby’s whine
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