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You say the rate i'm going I'll be laying in an early grave But to bed and left to rest with no accomplishments to my name You say i better learn from my mistakes It's now or never to behave My mind is breaking My insecurities are looming Bringing me down way lower then i already am A ****** ****** loser Generation Why A ******* child of Nixon's drunks Born without talents or interests passed down upon INternet and social networking the hell with it The needle tears a hole And the hole never heals Because its always always scratched Never given time to let the wound scab And now their are scars on my arms Like tracks on the farm My mother she once said you better learn it right Or the bad habits you'll take to your grave I went away to rehab and now i'm still not right
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Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 2:38 PM UTC
Early Grave unfinished
You say the rate i'm going I'll be laying in an early grave But to bed and left to rest with no accomplishments to my name You say i better learn from my mistakes It's now or never to behave My mind is breaking My insecurities are looming Bringing me down way lower then i already am A ****** ****** loser Generation Why A ******* child of Nixon's drunks Born without talents or interests passed down upon INternet and social networking the hell with it The needle tears a hole And the hole never heals Because its always always scratched Never given time to let the wound scab And now their are scars on my arms Like tracks on the farm My mother she once said you better learn it right Or the bad habits you'll take to your grave I went away to rehab and now i'm still not right
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brian-henry-meyer
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Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 2:38 PM UTC
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