Youll always be a born
Worn out loser
Still blaming all of us
For your bad choosing

No I cant watch the same mistake
Waiting for the boys to turn out straight
No I cant run the same dog race
And get burnt like you

Youre swollen in the gut
From all those last nights
Still swinging vodka punches
That dont land right Las

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