Plastic Band
The rain.
The pain.
The disdain.
That's what is keeping me down.
I can't even go into town.
I'm wearing a permanent frown.
No one understands.
I just need a helping hand.
Not this plastic band
'Round my wrist.
I turn and twist.
I ball up my fists.
No one will let me go.
My waterworks flow.
Why?
I don't even know.
But I do know this:
I have to get rid of the plastic band 'round my wrist.
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