Another long week is over,
I'm growing a little colder.
I've outgrown my current phase,
Just a fucked up boy these days.
Friends to pick me up when I'm down,
All but ????? left me here to drown.
Actually a few more but none care.
Just buddies who were never there.
What good are friends when they hide?
Oh well I'm ugly, but I haven't died.
If I had lots of money I'd have friends.
Or if I wore the gay preppy trends.
I'm just a castaway who people spit on.
One less mouth to feed when I'm gone.
It's nice to be uglier then you,
It makes you feel really fucken cool.
Let me crawl back in corner of hell.
Not good enough to come outta my shell.
Scum of the Earth doesn't find true love.
I'm someone else the beautiful can shove.
I feel the imprint of your hand on my face.
Too bad I'm such a god damned disgrace.
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