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We Couldn't Think of a Title,
I'm depressed
So I wrote this song
To express
Everything that's wrong
Like my Mother
Wouldn't let me go to a rated R
Cool movie
At the theater with my friends
And I know
That you may not think that it's a big deal
But you don't understand.
You would never understand.
You could never understand.
You will never understand.
Now I'm singing this melody
And I don't know the words
Cuz my life's just so pitiful
Like one big, smelly turd
I'm so fat
And I'm ugly
And I'm dumb
And I boring
I'm a loser and that's all that I'm ever gonna be
No use trying; I could never get anywhere
Die, die, BITCH, DIE!
(and stuff.)
Die, die, WHORE, DIE!
(At random.)
Die, die, SLUT, DIE!
(Who farted?)
Die, die, French FRY!
(I'm hungry.)
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