Why bother...
Why break a leg...
Why spit into the wind...
Why beg...
If they want to
slit their own throats...
Why should I
hold their coats...
I've known sorrow...
I've known pain...
I've walked mile after mile
in the sleet and rain...
I've known children
who cry in the night...
Hiding in their closets...
Sick with fright...
That's why I bother...
That's why I break a leg...
That's why I spit into the wind...
That's why I beg...
Tell me,
Why don't you bother?
Why don't you break a leg?
Why aren't spitting into the wind?
Why don't you beg?
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