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Middle Class Loser

 
I don't recognize anyone around here anymore,
                            and I am climbing up these cracked walls.
                                   I didn't look at your girlfriend,
                                 and I didn't touch your mustang.
                                I don't want to be here right now.
                              I am always falling on the ground.
                                   So you can run your mouth,
                                   and say all that you want.
                          because I don't want to be here anymore.
                                   I don't want your friendship,
                                 because I am so disconnected.
                             I don't need your negative comments,
                                   because I am lost anyway.
                           I don't see the love that I am used to,
                          and everyone yells at me with dirty remarks.
                                     I didn't take your seat,
                                  I didn't steal your car keys.
                           I am tired of going through the motions,
                               and I am sick of locking my door.
                              I don't want to be here anymore.
                            I can't stand it when you laugh at me,
                                 and my heart can't take the lies.
                      I get so distracted by other people's reactions.
                            I don't want to trip on the wires anymore.
                         I don't want to live in this town anymore.
                               No, I didn't use your phone,
                                and I wasn't talking to you,
                                 I'll just hold my tongue,
                             because soon I will be gone.

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