Oh pretty please

You got my skin crawling
My eyes bawling 
Me falling
You ungrateful darling
Me calling
Out to some one
Who can hear me better
Than you ever could
Not that you would 
Not that you should
Making it crystal clear
My dear
Awakening my fears 
Whenever you are near
Bringing me so many tears 
I find resolution in all kinds of beers
Your not good for me 
Now I really see
Sipping on your backstabbing tea
I want to be released please
Oh pretty please 

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