dark
Losers what they call me
Freaks all they have to say
Its funny how their words now
Are they same as yesterdays
Maybe what they say is true
That I deserve to be abused
Used and thrown away
I'm nothing more than a stray
So say all your hateful words
And speak all your filthy lies
You're the reason why
We all want to die
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