Just the Way It Is
Too much pain and sorrow
My heart has bore the brunt
Of every bloody bastard!
That's took the bloody !!!
It's no wonder I am angry
It's no wonder do I hate!
For in this world of sorrow
There's no better hand than fate.
So when you're looking at me
Don't forget yourself
For money has no boundaries
All it has is wealth!
All it takes is manners
To be nice to one and all
But if you're going to be a bastard!
Enjoy you're ing fall!!
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