Are you going to say "hi" to me? What a waste of sympathy IВґm stuck in my stupid misery A self-centered son of a bitch...
You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most everyday Now it shifts from grey to grey IВґm an arm short, but thatВґs ok My head seems to be the problem
You canВґt bring me down; IВґm already there ThereВґs nothing you can say; I no longer care IВґm sorry, but you canВґt harm me with that attitude I was raised on broken food...
Is there anything I can do for you? Ease your conscience for a minute or two? You can try Вґtil your face turns blue With this self-centered son of a bitch
You canВґt bring me down; IВґm already there ThereВґs nothing you can say; I no longer care IВґm sorry, but you canВґt harm me with that attitude IВґve been raised on broken food
Are you going to say "hi" to me? You know IВґd really like that What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see... I would really, really like that
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