If I Must

You may not like it, but rules are made

It does not matter, sunshine, or shade

I truly do feel bad for you

But this is what we have to do

I know you hate it, but it must be

Like trees that grow from one small seed

So don’t complain, it’s for the best

We got that thing out of your chest

I won’t laugh, I promise still

Okay I’m lying, I prolly will

But don’t be mad, it’s helping dude

If you whine now, well thats just rude

Surely now you must feel free

That thing was like half your weight, B

So like I said, this bed is made

You have to wear this big lampshade

Like they said, your scar, don’t touch

Ugh I love you, so freaking much

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