Never leaving the safety of your basements
Put on your tight pants, wear that queer hair
Not knowing a damn thing about life
Whining and bitching about your personal problems
Life is a fucking strife
But not when you're raised in suburbia
Slitting your wrists, crying for attention
Go ahead and cry
I'll keep laughing at your face
Expect no sympathy, bitch
There are others far worse-off, faggot!
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