The Green Child, Ronda
Just Can't Handle It

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I can’t take it anymore!
Get out of my face.
I can’t take it anymore!
I need a solitude place.

The world is bugging me,
It’s getting on my nerves.
I think sometimes,
I get more torture than I deserve.

No one can solve
The problems that we face.
No one can undo
The harm created by the human race.

We all have problems
That’s just a part of life.
But do these problems
Have to cause so much strife?

What more can be said
That has not already been spoken?
Take heed I say.
Quit all the slow poking.

I can’t take it anymore!
Get out of my face.
I can’t take it anymore!
I need a solitude place.

Try to figure out the answer
Before it’s too late.
Just solve the problems
Then maybe things will turn out great.

I can’t take it anymore!
Get out of my face.
I can’t take it anymore!
I need a solitude place.

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