It was never fair
They would not let me there
Never any doubt
But that is not what this is all about
The place I wanted to be
Wasn't where they would let me see
But they were all laughing with glee
It wasn't only me
Looks like there was nothing left to do except shout
It was something I just needed to let out
Wasn't sure if there soon would be a bit of a spout
This was because I was always left out
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