Fifth Uncle Ant
Everyday I listen to your words, and you sit and tell me
it's obserd, When I came to you for help, you don't care
only of yourself, she's so new and so me, somedays i feel
like I should die, If I sit and think I start to cry, So
who knows and who cares, no one does that's why I'm here,
so I'll die by myself, all my dreams on the shelf
