sittin here late at nite,
waitin to fite,
fightin will let my anger out,
yuh dats wit out a doubt,
i look down the street,
i see someone walkin up to talk to me,
why it gotta be him,
i'd rather the lites were jus a lil' more dim,
i hate him so much,
yet i always end up wit him,
its like a dream gettin along wit him,
jus fuck him,
he was nicer when we waz younger,
as we grew up he got dumber n dumber,
i don't no why i put up wit all his shit,
i jus feel like sayin screw it i'm done wit it.
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