Something these days has been bringing you down, The rumor mills been spinning around Fair weather friends breeding sever ties, Fuels more fire to all of the lies Tension building your dead starts to swell, Thinking of ways to send them to hell Stepped on so coldly its just not right, Theyre all just jealous cause youre fucking tight! Now sit back for a second just take a deep breath From contemplating ways to incite your early death Instead of thinking about your problems and all the things you lack You gotta figure out a way to get those fuckers back! Stop mulling through your problems dont drink the pain away Dont use it for a crutch to start acting really lame You need to get up from your slump and the things you think you lack You gotta figure out a way to get those fuckers back! Just because youre different they cant comprehend, Betrayed by the ones disguised as our friends Dont take their shit stand up for your fight, They all just hate you cause your fucking tight!
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