Or forget about mistakes you’ve made
You wonder if they’d still lecture you
If you were dead and in a grave
Let’s make a big deal
Because we can
Just get over it
Because I am
What good is dwelling
Going to do?
Alls I got to say
Is a big “fuck YOU!”
Though the words sound good to yourself, I’m sure
There’s something I really must implore
Put this whole thing in perspective
And take a fucking sedative
Let’s make a big deal
Because we can
Just get over it
I am
The wondrous sounds
Of your own voice
Are just more pointless fucking
Noise
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