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Acab for Cutie

B. Fraser, Newgrounds Death Rugby
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Da da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da What kind of bullshit can I come up with today? How could I keep you from all the words I'm gonna say? We're all God's children and he left us in his hot car He's going to the pawn shop to buy a new guitar The air feels thick and my chest's starting to hurt But I guess my health is nobodies concern My legs are aching and my stomach's getting sick Dealing with my issues can be such a fucking bitch I tripped over! My shoelaces! And I ate shit! What kind of bullshit can I come up with today? How many different ways can I destroy my own brain? Backed into a corner and I never had a choice You've taken up my time and you have quieted my voice I wanna scream to make up for all the complaining That I didn't do While you were listening I am not a robot, I am a human fucking being! And I expect you To treat me like one I tripped over! My shoelaces! And I ate shit! I think I need some help I think I am in hell I'm kind of freaking out I can't do it myself I think I'm better now I think I'm learning how I think I've figured out How this shit works