Groundhog Day

The thought of Groundhog Day

Repeating just one,

Over and over and over again,

If you could pick the day

Would that be a dream come true or a nightmare


I don’t lack tact because I’m tactless

Nor because I don’t understand

It’s simply because I don’t care for your feelings

The world never cared for mine

So tell me, why should I care for yours?