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fevered_ego (![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fevered_ego) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/community.gif){kind=small} otf_wank, |
COPY RIGHT TO LUKA 2007
Oh woe, oh strife
I wish I had a butter knife
It wouldn't help me end my life
But it would look really cool.
Oh sad, oh pain
I stand out here in pouring rain
It doesn't help me, but then again
I'm in my swimming pool.
Oh wah, oh tears
I cry for years and years and years
My feelings slowly disappear....s
Am I just a fool?
Oh death, sweet death
Take my last and saddest breath
He won't date me, I cri-eth
These CutCo bread knives rule.
Oh woe, oh strife
I wish I had a butter knife
It wouldn't help me end my life
But it would look really cool.
Oh sad, oh pain
I stand out here in pouring rain
It doesn't help me, but then again
I'm in my swimming pool.
Oh wah, oh tears
I cry for years and years and years
My feelings slowly disappear....s
Am I just a fool?
Oh death, sweet death
Take my last and saddest breath
He won't date me, I cri-eth
These CutCo bread knives rule.
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