I am,
A little bit of Lonliness,
A little bit of disregard,
But what I am,
Is a complete Retard.
Retard for this feelings I have,
For the things that I hate,
Coz what I have and what I hate,
Is no one's Business or Gait.
Its not my fault,
That I don't listen to you,
Its all internally default.
In fact, when I don't,
Is a fact that I won't,
And a fact that's over blown,
From the start.
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