For god's sake, I was fourteen at the time

You sorry ass.
Now you who are so grand
Who claim you built the fundaments on which I stand
You are the man, but you prefer the gentle fan I was before
But now it's time to be unkind, to speak my mind
And if you ask why I'm so blunt, it's 'cause I care for you, you cunt!
You're no longer wild at heart, you're just a boring junkie fart
And if you really wanna die, alright, then die then you old tart!


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