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I'm my own worst enemy The village idiot is what my mom used to call me I admit she was right I beat myself up all day and night I have bad luck trip over my own feet Go crazy then act nice I can't follow my own advice I'm a genius idiot possess the IQ Of a crash test dummy Drink too much ***** then yell like a dumb *** rummy The girls avoid me except when I go to the wonderful Philippines I too fat for blue jeans I wish I looked good like when I was skinny I live alone in a empty field Burning bridges faster than I can build
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Burning Bridges
I'm my own worst enemy The village idiot is what my mom used to call me I admit she was right I beat myself up all day and night I have bad luck trip over my own feet Go crazy then act nice I can't follow my own advice I'm a genius idiot possess the IQ Of a crash test dummy Drink too much ***** then yell like a dumb *** rummy The girls avoid me except when I go to the wonderful Philippines I too fat for blue jeans I wish I looked good like when I was skinny I live alone in a empty field Burning bridges faster than I can build
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
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