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This isn't 2007 You're not as pretty as you think you were Or as fit as you were back then You're not in high school You didn't even win Prom Queen All your juvenile accomplishments may have meant something to people who cared about high school But then nobody cares now Suckers are falling for the cruelty of compliments And they can't tell the difference between an insult from your mouth and kindness from a good person in the form of me delivering you to the painful truth That when you were somebody It wasn't preparing you for anything You're going to be nobody forever Just another face on TV With 15 minutes of forgetability Because you were never really giving. You never knew what it meant to defend the defenseless, fight for what was right, or think about making somebody else look good when they needed a win. You only think of survival in the jungle of pettiness And when you feel you've done some sort of triumph It's always about you
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Losers
This isn't 2007 You're not as pretty as you think you were Or as fit as you were back then You're not in high school You didn't even win Prom Queen All your juvenile accomplishments may have meant something to people who cared about high school But then nobody cares now Suckers are falling for the cruelty of compliments And they can't tell the difference between an insult from your mouth and kindness from a good person in the form of me delivering you to the painful truth That when you were somebody It wasn't preparing you for anything You're going to be nobody forever Just another face on TV With 15 minutes of forgetability Because you were never really giving. You never knew what it meant to defend the defenseless, fight for what was right, or think about making somebody else look good when they needed a win. You only think of survival in the jungle of pettiness And when you feel you've done some sort of triumph It's always about you
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
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