For the way you are,
Just as the credit for your good traits,
Are because the apples haven't fallen far,
Like a tool you know how to use,
The ones you don't are useless,
They, in fact, just get in the way,
And make your life a great big mess.
So now you stand here with your hat in your hand,
Blaming your past for yourself,
Asking for more when you have no room,
On your tool shelf.
Alright,
Take this one right here,
But you're not leaving with it until,
You can hold it with no fear.
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