Watcha doing looking at me With that fuzzy attitude Here I go just so silently Your eyes to me are nude For all that you've done, I give hate Why don't you just walk away? You gotta accept this, this is your fate Is this all you've got to say?
My hands are wrinkled, its your fking fault Crack them knuckles and scream All I see now is my pandoras box, bolt And I might just call this an attitude supreme
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