Oh why, do I have no life,
No chance for a wife,
Everyday brings a new strife,
Oh why, Do I live in this pig sty,
Not dirty from dirt, but dirty from hurt,
Dirty from lack of morals,
Dirty from family quarrels,
Oh why, oh why, Do I hurt those I love,
Why do I push and shove?
Just for stupid reasons,
I committed treasons,
So why, did they help me,
Saved me, from a tall oak tree,
What do they gain,
By saving someone so insane?
Oh why, does my head swim,
That what was so grim,
Now seems only to smile,
Even death doesn't seem so vile,
Oh why, did they take me in?
Forgave me my sin,
Gave me a place to live,
How were they able to forgive?
Oh dear glory, isn't this a story,
Once I was blind but now I see,
And now it's time to live happily.
Author notes
I was in a singing mood, when i discovered this, I wrote it in a hurry cause even now I have to use the bathroom, enjoy 
. By the way, this has nothing to do with me or my life, it just poured from my head.
Tell me what you think
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this hits close to hm
I was able to relate to this one... the last line is all i would change had I the opportunity... but if this is how you intended it to stay so shall it stay.. thank you for this piece!
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