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Woke up again today
realised i hate myself
my face is a disease
i'm gonna need to find
a happy medium
to make my future look good
my body is a temple
and my hands and mouth are science
smoke till my mouth gets furry
then smoke some ugly more
let the juices flow
being alive right now is sore
everythings ok
i'm obviously unhappy
you can tell I'm losing it again
paper on the piano
credit in the red
i cant find my friends
walk the market aisles
looking for a girl
i asked out when i was 10
and i just don't fit in
too unfit for the gym
my youth is dead
woke up again today
