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Everyone loves a happy bafoon
And I could bring you down...
Nobody cares for the sad clown
Casted aside with a semi-automatic grin
Mr. Happy go-lucky starts in again
Are you my Friend?
Are you my bitter End?
Another gun shy shot through
Another reason to boldly hate you
Another stereo type typed out wrong
Another man gunned down, dead and gone
Are you happy?
I mean truly content
If you are, where'd your life went?
You used to have it all
Used to have feelings to yearn
Now it's hidden and hindered by Gin and cigerette burns
Happy?
Over-rated
Blissful's been confiscated!
Prozac Genocide
All of you so called friends Lied
Friends...Friends...No More Friends
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