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Stress...what else is there to be said.


Submitted:Jun 14, 2012    Reads: 11    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Everyone wants me to be perfect but I'm just the opposite

When people come up to me with their problems, I tell them to fuck off

I could care less on what they have to say

I've just gotta get away

When people talk they don't make any goddamn sense

I try not to listen

The thoughts inside my head are hard to control

I gotta get away from them

Why does she have to be up my ass about some stupid little thing

She's always gotta be there to say something

It seems as though she can't take a hint

Just fuck-off bitch

When people talk they don't make any goddamn sense

I try not to listen

The thoughts inside my head are hard to control

I gotta get away from them

Now get out of my fucking face

Stop acting like a self-centered prick

And listen to what I have to say...

When people talk they don't make any goddamn sense

I try not to listen

The thoughts inside my head are hard to control

I gotta get away from them

I gotta get away

I gotta get away

I gotta get the fuck away

Just read my lips and FUCK-OFF!





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