Thursday, October 22, 2009

Coma.

If I Would Fall,
Help Me Stand Up.
Out Of The Goodness Of My Strawberry Tart,
I Help People.
What Do I Get In Return?
Bullsh*t.
Everything I Do Seems To Be Wrong,
And When I Shut The F*ck Up,
People Get Pissed.
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F*ck That ^
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I'm Afraid That I,
Well I've Been Thinking,
People Do Not Give A Rats Ass About Me,
But I Actually Have To Give A Shit.
I Don't Find That Fair At All.
Some Say I've Changed,
I Just Think That They Have A Problem With The Truth.
I Mean,
What Did You Expect From Me?
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You Want To Dance With Me?
Well Too Bad.
'You' Screwed Up My Life,
What Makes 'You' So Special?
No Friendly-ness For 'You'
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I Might Be Retarded But I Am Me.
Deal With It.

-The Retard-

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