alive but not livin
I am grumpy.
I am grump at the world.
I sit there and wonder why i'm still alive?
Why did he choose me ?
Am i really lucky to be alive?
Or is this punishment from the god above the skies?
Maybe there's a reason i'm still here.
The evil voices is all i hear.
They're trying to tell me something but I won't listen.
I think it's the positive vibes that i'm missin'
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