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room's lookin a bit boring I should hang something

My dog just ran away and I am feeling pretty bad
I've been sneaking out at night and my parents are real mad
I've been taking lots of drugs
Cause they teach me not to care
Yeah, I guess that's how you cheat
Because life doesn't play fair
   
I’m gonna kill myself tonight
With a whole bottle of Prozac or a shiny kitchen knife
When I’m dead, you can have my Nintendo 64
And you can play all it night long
Sitting on the basement floor
   
My boyfriend told me that he doesn't love me anymore
And I wish I didn't care but I thought he was really cool
So I drank a ton of liquor
Then I threw up in his sink
He said next time use the toilet
Then he offered me a drink

𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙮. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮. 𝘼 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙙, 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝘼 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨. 𝙎𝙤 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙮, 𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨.

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