• why me
    i feel like a flea,
    everyone is a hater,
    do i dare care.

    but you see,
    that i am a flea,
    it is me they hate,
    i am just bait.

    they tease and curse,
    that just makes it worse,
    why oh god,
    am i to be come sod.

    i am not here,
    i am not there,
    i am in the ground,
    stuck in a mound.

    why do i try,
    i will never fly,
    or live,
    i hate to dive.

    i will dround,
    with the mound,
    i will die,
    and no one will cry.