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Come and see the one man show
The bottom to the top alone
You've done it all by yourself
By the boostraps with no help

A closed door I'll never get behind
A contract that will never be signed
There never was a seat for me at the table
A fragile balance I would only unstable

Somewhere something went wrong
Some darkness tagged along
A little misery doesn't feel wrong
My darkness tagged along

Come and see my one man show
I have no choice but to keep it on the road
On the fringe, keeping quiet as an outcast
There's no way I can make this last

Why does everything feel wrong
The blood will rise at dawn
Spit me out when I take it head on
While the machine carries on

Too tall, too short, too fat, eat more
Too white, too poor, too black, you whore
You're never going to be good enough



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Writer(s): Wesley Lanier Richards
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