all the times that ive been the man in the box ive been regarded as waste and left in disgrace and now the word is loser i get tired of that im not a loser! never have been! don't want to be! i don't choke on the splinters, through freezing cold winters, time alone is time with the dead mr.carbone i am not a loser, a lame, those words are the same and i may be gay but news flash: i don't flame i walk into your homes with a smile and i become your friend i yearn for our friendship never to end but i realize if im stupid and make a move it won't help me, and it won't behoove lie on the beach with time on my hands my psyche snapping like used rubber bands and i am the man in the box, credibility taking a hit shove my nose into pigeon shit and i realize as i see the police cruiser up ahead i don't want to be a loser, and i don't want to be dead.Birth sign: Aries
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