The day was predictable
Got run down by a train
Cartwheeled along the seagulls tracks
Made sandcastles in the rain
I kicked a “Black Cat”
Skipped in front of a truck
So sweetly and poetic
How we justify tough luck
I disobeyed all the rules
Made it up in front of fools
Ran amok to meet my ends
Consider this life as my fair-weather friend
If I could turn back the clock
How predictable is that
I’d be twice as unpredictable
Because I am a BRAT!!
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