by Volecia Plafcan

Created on: July 01, 2010

Sometimes I get an urge to wallow

and it's not so very pretty

it's not with hogs, not with dogs

it is my own self-pity

I cry and cry my eyes out

and sit like I am mad

and snap cause things

didn't go my way with my

hard-assed dad

How can he think that he is right

when I'm the one a'cryin'

he's supposed to take me in his arms

while I lay here dying

and tell me "I'm so sorry"

I know that I was wrong

Please take these keys my darling

but, don't stay all night long

But, does he do that? Oh, no

he sits there in his chair

watching Shepherd Smith

as he comes across the air

So, I'm left to wallow, wallow, wallow

as the hours roll on by

uh oh! the clock alarms

I don't have time to cry

Why was that night I

being such a fool?

I lost a lot of good sleep

Now, I have to leave for school.

My self pity got me nowhere

and now it never does

oh, to be a babe again

like years ago I was....

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