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In the darkness

I sit alone

All you ever do is moan

Everytime that I hear you

All I wanted was to be near you



You are such a stuck up wassick

I just want to eat your hassick

I can't believe your baby dried

That is why I tried and tried

To wet it with a massive sponge

To try and rid it of it's gunge



I don't know why I cannot cry

This is why it's time to die