The first thing I remember
was the friction in the room
And that brown spinnett piano
that never played in tune

The cruel impatient tyrant,
the frustrated malcontent
The need to find the pieces,
and the absence of cement...

No one ever told me about the right way to love
And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be
And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me

The last thing I remember
was the slamming of the door
And the resonance of my imperfection
broke the silence once more

The selfish angry b______
who doesn't want to hear
I tried to learn compassion
you turned the other ear...

No one ever told me about the
right way to love
And no one ever showed me what we're
supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright
about what you think that I should be
And I'll willingly accept your low
opinion of me

The worn out broken record
who doesn't fit the mold
The righteous independent,
the mood so harsh and cold..

Momma never told me about the right way to love
And Daddy never showed me what we're supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be
And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me

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