Why can't I ever find a lover who wants to be with me no other Why can't I ever make good of anything that other people could Why can't I be loved, why does it have to be that I'm driving away those with what's assigned to me It wasn't my choice, I scream, I didn't choose I didn't wake thinking I wanted to hit the booze I'm just an Aries, just a pain in the ass relentlessly rational, and love disappears fast I could have been a Taurus, a bull I know I could have been Tracy, intimidated by her glow I backed away from the light, I walked away because she was Beautiful, but I couldn't have her...because I could have been a Virgo, but can you see, right? Me, of all people, in virginal white? Ridiculous, I know, but it's somewhat of a grind if I stay in Apple Valley I'll lose my mind I should have been a Gemini, two-faced and weird Afraid of absolutely nothing but what I fear the heat is on but I'm still cold Had a winning hand and I still fold Why wasn't I a Capricorn, I yelled Then with my brother-the Vulcan-mind meld But then I'd be an ass, and then it struck I'm already one, just with worse luck I failed at being a Libra, I grinned through the pain I felt and the feeling of having sinned I wasn't born on time, implored I slept too well, it's said, I snored, How about being a Scorpio, said a voice in my head your favorite thing to do is get mad and your favorite color is red So what else is there that I can try to say In my eye an apple, in the light a ray Hey, Twan! said a guy, and I turned to the man Be happy you're a ram, at least you're out of sand you're not a crab, you're just a prick and I stuck out my tongue and...well, take your pick A Leo? I mouthed. Hail to the King We all take little but what does he bring? Courage? Strength? A little bit of what? His mane a solid gold like the tomb of King Tut Wash my face and in the mirror appear: You're a Ram and a Fish, and they don't like beer Wait a minute, I said, how can this be? Your birthday's the 24th, it said, but you were born after 3 The waterbearers the last one, I looked out toward the sea has no relation to anyone, especially me. I wore the word out, and I also wore a badge there's nothing out there that rhymes with the full "sag" I guess I'm an Aries, I'm so black I'm blue And I'm frightened of myself if I fall in love with you You're a Cancer, you're beautiful, you make me want to leap Then I say "You're a Cancer, you can easily make me feel like a creep."Birth sign: Aries
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