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May 27, 2004 15:57

It's weight on my shoulders,
It's there all the time.

It's the weight that I carry,
Don't worry it's mine.

It's the weight of my mom,
Who think she's doing her best.

But it's the weight of knowing,
When she speaks, she's a pest.

It's the weight on my life,
That she cries day and night,
Hoping I'll understand,
That my weight is my life.

Now my heart screams,
I made her shed a tear.

But this is my body,
Can't she just hear?!

It's mine to take of,
To put under control.

But it's the weight of my problem,
That won't let me go.

But I am doing something about this weight,
On friends, on family, on me.

But it's not all that easy,
Why can't they see?

Do they think that I am comfy like this?
Bigger than a normal person?

But I try and I try,
Then my life will worsen.

So maybe I'll sit here,
And carry my weight.

Because this pain,
It's my fate.

But I guess it doesn't matter,
They're supposed to love me the same...

But then why do they nag,
And put me to shame?
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