Jackie Paper - something 16

Oh it's bad, it's always, always something
No it's not like you don't have it all
Don't talk back, it's better here than nothing
Please don't take us back to where we're from
Poke and prod at my most vital organs
Find the sickness, cut it at the source
Overdue and under needed pressure
Who'd have thought my threshold would be this low?

Written by:
Zachariah Zoske

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