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You know I'm tired of playing this game Always chasing the right girl away All because I'm too blind and stupid chasing after the wrong Why am I playing this ******* game It's like I'm allergenic to the truth, And just enjoy beating my self as if I'm slave Like seriously what the **** am I doing with my life Ruining it, maybe Because I'm sure as hell ain't making it better I mean look at me battle scares are bruises imprisons my body in the jail ceil in monopoly Only if it were a game But no, this real life This is reality, what my life will be based off of But stupid ol' me treat it as if it was a ************* game Why can't I get it through my thick skull that is not a ******* game Am I retarted or just that slow It is as if my ******* chained my arms to the **** floor and threw away the god **** keys What the **** am I doing with my god **** life Why am I throwing it away as if it is worthless tool Am I really that much of a fool Just sitting down on this stool watching the clock tic What the **** am I doing with my life No seriously someone please tell Cause clearly I'm not bright enough to know
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Enraging Rage
You know I'm tired of playing this game Always chasing the right girl away All because I'm too blind and stupid chasing after the wrong Why am I playing this ******* game It's like I'm allergenic to the truth, And just enjoy beating my self as if I'm slave Like seriously what the **** am I doing with my life Ruining it, maybe Because I'm sure as hell ain't making it better I mean look at me battle scares are bruises imprisons my body in the jail ceil in monopoly Only if it were a game But no, this real life This is reality, what my life will be based off of But stupid ol' me treat it as if it was a ************* game Why can't I get it through my thick skull that is not a ******* game Am I retarted or just that slow It is as if my ******* chained my arms to the **** floor and threw away the god **** keys What the **** am I doing with my god **** life Why am I throwing it away as if it is worthless tool Am I really that much of a fool Just sitting down on this stool watching the clock tic What the **** am I doing with my life No seriously someone please tell Cause clearly I'm not bright enough to know
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
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