Chuck It
Throw it away I don't give a fuck All I am now is just A fucking schmuck I've lost my luck I've lost my charm Everyone ready to Hit the alarm Oh no, such a fright Lucky you, got it all right Not tonight, nor the morrow Will I end this fucked up sorrow I don't know how to Shake it or bake it Not good at faking it I'm good at self pity And seem quite witty But gaining leverage On this dismal life Continually ends in more strife I know not how to get ahead I know not how to free my mind I DO know how to stay stuck I DO know how to just give up Hence, the fuck, Chuck! Tmcncr 2023
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