Do you understand?
I bet not.
And when you die
I hope you burn and rot
You act as if
You have the worst of lives
When you don’t even
Know about mine
C:
Cut it out
Don’t play on my sympathy
Quit crawling around
Begging for my pity
I’m sick
Sick of it
Get a life
Go and die
If you don’t teach yourself
Then you’ll never fly
You act
All alone and sad
But when not talking to me
You’re all cheery and glad
I’m not
Gonna allow you to
Take advantage of
My compliments
~C~
Go fricken screw yourself
You piss me off.
I don’t need a friend like you
You might as well
Jump off of a
Building and die
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