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"You really must be so lonely.
******** up, talking to me, like you know me,

You really want to know me?
Show me. Phony."

You can scream in my face, 'til your face turns blue,
And I still have nothing to say to you.

I hate hearing all the stupid s**t you talk about,
It just piles up, and keeps falling out.

Seems like I've told you over a thousand times,
Maybe now you'll get it, in one of my stupid rhymes.

Yeah, I'm a little ******** up in my head,
I like death and dying, and everything dead.

I take everything for what it is,
Even the subliminal messages.

Like something you can see, but unsure if it's there,
Something that you notice, when you really don't care.

And I really don't care about anything that you do,
"F" "U" "C" "K" "Y" "O" "U"