This world is filled with
garbage that I hate
and I don't deal with it well
I get irate
I grind my teeth
I yell inside my brain
my eyes bug out
I'm sure I look insane
someone might come along
and hate the the things I do
I hope I hope I hope it isn't you
but if it was I'd stop
not write another word
I'd sit all day and
wonder what you heard
Sometimes I look
and hate the things I've done
and by the looks of things
I'm not the only one
what
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