Brandon

Stay inside your lonely head,                                                                                                                and tidy up your filthy bed,                                                                                                                    cry about what could've been,                                                                                                                   if you hadn't sold yourself to other men.                                                                                                    How could you be so dumb,                                                                                                                  you know youll never find someone,                                                                                                    who can put up with your shit like me,                                                                                          because you are just bad company.

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