Sometimes you are stressed,
And you don't act your best,
Sometimes you act like a pest,
And I wonder if this is Gods sick test,
Test to get back at me,
For doing something wrong,
Honest to God,
Is this where I belong?
♦
You want to do drugs,
And deep down inside,
I know you just want hugs,
So come here baby,
And give me snugs!
♦
You will feel better,
And this I know,
I love you to death,
Brian Scholl!
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