Get Over it!
Frustration, my friendWhen you grumpily bear that frown And wear your pride like a crown I want to slap you to the ground And hiss and verbally reboundWhen you whine how life is unfair I long to tell you to grow a pair I look at your privileged life Untouched by real tragedy and strifeWhen you fill my inbox with emails Filled with pages of how love always fails I long to tell you to get a grip And not turn love into some fantasy tripLife is ha...