Thick black lines
Rims round my eyes
You aren't worth the cry
Just a waste of my time
So self-centered
You think this is all about you?
Do you even know me?
I've got tons of issues.
It's the least of my problems
Don't flatter yourself
In my library of life
You're on the bottom shelf.
I'll admit that I care
I can't change that fact
Your timing was bad
Straws have broken my back
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