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God must hate me, im tellin you
Who leaves a human wide awake To think of some chic he knew Eyes wide open, the world's are shut Thanks God, living here is just my luck But, so many times, have I been given the chance To start life over with hopeless romance But God you must hate me, I never see Every time something comes my way My eyes avert, distractedly So, God, dont hate me Im not a perfect man And, God, dont hate me I want your perfect plan So bring me a woman With faith in you So I can do what you want me to But, God, dont hate me For this i pray And I will try to love you Until my dying day Vote for this poem |
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