Well, what the f@#k is this all about?
How you manipulate, scream, and shout
I have things to say of that there's is no doubt
I state my case try to have it out
In quiet times, I sit and ponder
I cry a little it makes me wonder
Let truth prevail, let it be said
Let someone look inside your head
You carry on such determination
High and mighty staunch position
I still think as I sit and listen
What the f@#k's wrong, your strange disposition
Keeping the truth to see where it leads
There has to be truth it lasts all the days
And when I'm exasperated and throw my hands up
All I can think is seriously, Oh What the F@#k !
©cazza
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