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by Marcie Nov 17, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
They all have expectations A lot of them I cannot meet I just want to throw in the towel And call this my defeat. They want me to be somebody Somebody I cannot be I just wish they were happy I want to be me. They expect me to be pretty And want me to smart The high expectations I can’t fulfill Really break my heart. I try and try And I give it my all But I’ll never be any good Oh, how I feel so small. The expectations I cannot meet I threw in my towel I take my defeat.