BE DIFFERENT
Listen, leave those suicidal bitches alone, Let 'em cut through their wrist to the bone, They do not value life and that's their mistake, Pathetic lil' piece of attention is all they want to take, But you better not waste time on 'em they're not worth it, They are not going to die, they're bluffin', They cost nothin', My brains can't digest their love rhetoric, Huh, her boyfriend dumped her? This is not surprising, I would send to the fuck her too, All her mascara is so black and runs down her cheek, Her boyfriend just now found out who she really is, Poser girl, empty and pathetic, Be different, don't be a herd, Be whoever you want, but don't be a nerd*, Find yourself in your soul an' then you'll be with a face in this world, Some turn to dust and some turn to gold, Unless of course you ain't going to spin on a bolt, Get up out of the mud when you fall, Through sweat and mistakes you will reach your goal Nothing and no one should pull you down, For you they should be like ghosts, They say you bullshit so you stayed on with them at the bottom, Do what you want without looking around, When you become happy and successful, everyone will only envy, They will try to put sticks in the wheels of your life, And you'll have to fight back, Consider that those people who are interested in your product are your children, and the work is your wife, You yourself create your future, and the more you put in effort, the greater the chance for a bright path, If you strive you will get everything you want, You must keep your goals and dreams within the framework of sobriety and do not distort, The main thing is to find your niche and don't tear yourself apart *nerd - (here) annoying person.
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