I used to ask my mom,
Why wasn’t I born smarter.
Be a little bit brighter?
Upon seeing something in a book,
I wished I could remember it by heart.
I used to ask my mom,
My other friends are all very smart.
They could do what I do,
With half the effort I put in.
I used to ask my mom,
Why can’t I be thankful for what I have?
Be happy with what I got.
Be content with whatever I have.
But I cant.
I guess I just cant.
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