Throw the book across the floor Get really mad and slam the door Yeah, that was smart. Fix yourself a steak and turn it black Consume it daily and suffer a heart attack Too late now. The booze you need desperately to relax The rolls of nicotine that come in packs See you in rehab. You are employed so you mustn't clean Broom in hand is never seen You'll be single soon. Jack the plastic like it's no big deal Just after the problem took months to heal Back to square one. Withold from sex because you're too tired But you're really just a fucking liar Find someone else. So you don't care what messages you send Don't worry about other opinions...well, then Go outside naked. Can't think deep because you may fall Possess good intentions but have no balls See ya later...
Reason for writing:
I'm just sick of certain stupidities.
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