Another year gone by,
but still I can't say that I learned much
I still chug my caffeine,
and I still hate God.
Another year gone by but still I can't tell why I cry so much.
Do I need love or just a b*****b?
Cuz it seems like life's a party
Where everyone gets drunk and laid
But me
It's a beautiful night, but I can't say that it helps much
Life is still a lengthy suicide pact
And its a beautiful night, and that I wished I didn't give a ********
I should have hopped that train, then never looked back
Cuz it seems like life's a party, where everyone gets drunk and laid, but me.
It seems like life's a party, where everyone's too ******** smashed to leave.
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