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Calm down, chill out, sit on down, put your smoke out.

Stop that, don't yell, just relax, for all is well.

It's fine, don't fight, take your time, you'll be alright.

Don't brawl, just rest, let this all slide off your chest.

Grow up, breathe, man. Don't blow up, just hold my hand.



You can try to calm me down, make a smile from my frown.

You're not getting something here, there are things you just can't hear.

Listen to me when I say, everything is not okay.

Don't ignore it, look at me. My real crap's not what you see.

You can listen, so hear this then. It's much more than reminiscin.

This is sappy, life's still crappy, but right now I'm finally happy.

Not because you did anything, I just feel blessed to be breathing.

Not quite perfect, not real grand, but I'm still held in His hand.

Life will pan out, always does, this I just can't doubt.



Oh, hell screw it, I can't do it. F it all and F you too, kid!

It's just too hard, I'm a retard. My temper and knife leave me scarred.

Just forget it, let's just let it, we'll move on and won't regret it.

I just hate me. Kill me, rape me. Turn your back and leave, forsake me.

I don't want you near, just let me be queer. Please, get the hell away from here.



I'm mean and I know it, too hard not to show it, nobody is listening, so why try resisting?

I hate how I hate life, and why choose the steak knife? Don't know who my friends are, I wish I had Ken's car.

I love you, you hate me, I hate you, you love me. Just screw it, I knew it, you already blew it.

      -Lo Ruhamah