Sean Hart - Number Three

Its hard to be the number three when the first two got through perfectly
Without a scratch without a mark their trouble sheet is white and stark
But number three, oh yes its he, who nearly was an amputee
He crashes here he sails to the ground his common sense can't be found
And number three, that one is me, can't do something right you see
I try my best, I try to think, but I still end up straight in the drink
My parents yell my parents cry send more dicipline sailing by
But number three, yes its still me, can not help but disagree
Through his actions through his schemes he ruins all his parents dreams

Sean Hart

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