Samantha From Australia

Bureaucrats and fancy stuff
I don't believe she said we're good enough
It was a hundred miles until I find
That the stolen treasure had slipped my mind
And I called to you to hear the news
The ship had sailed and taken the muse
The police man come and wrecked the joint
I was angry with you, but what's the point

I'm too hard on myself
I wish I was somebody else

People come and people go
It feels strange to say that I don't know
Aren't I supposed to be an optimist
But I can't help it but to feel pissed
Off a little and spread too thin
When Job is punished but had no sin
Am I repeating myself or out of lines
Or does it all call back to a simpler time

I'm too hard on myself
I wish I was somebody else



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Writer(s): Seth Hughes
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