The End

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Ten people hate me, feeling so pissed off lately, the stress in my head's over eighty, need to take some meds so it wakes me,

 

On the other hand my aunts having a baby, this life is so fucking crazy, no love in my speech it's all just hazy, they want me to stop they but can't make me,

 

And I keep remembering several dates, coming home at 12 when it's proper late, my family's had enough and I just hate, the fact that they don't understand my fate,

 

And I know that I have to think straight, need to stop moving so fucking bait, I need attention where are my mates? I have so much shit on my plate,

 

Can't go on the road cause it's bait that I'll get stalked, feel footsteps behind me every time I fucking walk, roadmen stopping me cause they 'just wanna talk', several people watching me like a hawk,

 

And I've had enough, this shits too tough, I wanna run away, this life's too rough, paigons hate me where's the trust?, I need to relieve this stress shit where's the blunt?,