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Stupid Boy


You’re always looking for someone to blame.

As if it was never your fault or the greed,

that you have for fame.

 

It’s all part of your silly little game;

to let someone else do the deed.

Will you continue to light the flame?

You give up, it’s all the same.

You’ll never succeed,

and you’re the only one to blame.

 

Take a picture and put it in a frame,

because I bet you can’t even read

the words I write in shame.

 

I hope you never forget my name,

And that you hear it so much it makes your ears bleed.

Do you still want fame?

 

You are hopeless and lame.

You’ve gone back to weed,

and so you claim,

that you never would have for fame.

 

 

 

 

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