you think you are so hot 
    you own the whole wide world 
    that everybody depends on you 
    you think thatyou are their muse 
    their only hope and cure 
    so why make it hard 
    when you could untherstand 
    that nobody is your fan 
    that you are nothing more 
    than a tiny hore 
    I've allways thought of you 
    as the biggest bitch i ever knew 
    so why think you are a God 
    when all you are is a slot 
    No matter what I say 
    you'll allways be the same 
    so why bother and talk straight 
    when all I can do is 
    walk away.






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