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My Problems

I know everyone's got their own problems in life
Yours and mine just aren't the same
Even though they both can't be solved with that knife
Take some Tylenol, relieves the pain

You've got your issues and I've got mine too
I don't need your god damned counseling
I don't need you to tell me what to do
You'll just make my problem worsen

Sometimes I just got to
Run away
Run away from people
Get away from this place
Run away from life
Get out of this maze

Sick of hearing about your important problems
I got my own
Fuck your guidance counselors because I don't need them
Just leave me alone

Keep to my own, keep to myself
Don't want to talk about it
Keep my emotions in a shell
Don't label me you shit

Sometimes I just got to
Run away
Run away from people
Get away from this place
Run away from life
Get out of this maze

Don't need you to know
Don't want you to know
I don't care about it
You shouldn't care about it
It doesn't concern you
Don't say things to ease me
You won't get the information
You're trying to squeeze from me
You don't know anything about me
And you don't know anything about it
So just stay out of it

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