When You Come Around
When you come around
I feel so depressed,
These are the days
I feel like a mess.
The only person
You care about, is yourself,
All you talk about, is your camera
Angry feelings, to me have been dealt.
You are the only mother I have
When you're around, I feel blue,
The only person you talk about
Is you, you, YOU!
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Dec.11/2006
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