Why don’t things ever work out right?

Not one thing

Not one thing has ever gone right

It’s always gone slightly sideways or something

Somewhere it wasn’t supposed to

Everything I touch turns to

Not quite right

Or outright failure

How can I get hope when I don’t even have a hope

What a joke

And you froze me in the cold to say

What?

It’s real cold too bad it won’t snow?

Things that I want get wrapped up in the things I can see and they get muddied because

I just wanted it to snow.

If it’s going to be this cold it should snow

At least I’d have someone to play with

At least I’d have someone to play with

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