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This is some passionate shit made for the has been who sits
In a dark corner crying holding clenched fists
Mad at the world for the problem he inflicts
Lying his way through the last lie that he spit
He swears to God that he didn't, but we all know he done did it
Come with the terms of usage and learn to face the music
Half of you germs are clueless
Walking around with arms open, eyes closed, doors unlocked with nobody home