Why must it be me?

February 23, 2010
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You turn me on, you turn me off. But on the bad days you want me to brighten up your day. But when you’re gone, I just sit here, and wonder why you left, because then I can’t do my job. I’m frustrated and sit here all alone. It’s hard trying to be a lamp.





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