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Now what the fuck, I never even got any job,
I'm unemployed, I guess I'll have to rob,
Somekind of shop,
And that's the only way to get cash,
Since my whole f*cking life is smash'd.

School grades made me fall over,
Still lying on the ground, without cover,
All the time slower,
My heart tries to beat,
Like a decayed meat on the street~

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Just, STOP!
This life has nothing to do with me,
I don't know where did i get this negativity,
All I know is that this life will want a fee,
'Couse it's slowly choking..
Slowly choking me.