It's Saturday morning, just another day...
Chad filled Stacy's hole with gallons of cum;
Laying down in bed, just a mile away
You stayed at home, crying so bittersweet
I'm such a loser, a rotten leaf amongst the dead.
Thinking back when I was a child, oh those sweet peaceful innocent times...
When I was born, red faced and screaming out loud,
My parents blissful with glowing happiness,
unaware of what's to be...
But now that face is what I've become.
A disgrace I've become.
I hit my parents with a major surprise, and how could they forget...
There were always ample warnings, there were always ample signs,
always ample meanings but we gave them too much time.
Your face is grim; deformed beyond repair.
People and children alike; that's right, get out of your way;
You dream of a rope from time to time;
And what else can I consume but these hollow thoughts...
These negative, lonely, heart breaking thoughts on Saturday morning;
Seeing those Chads experience a completely different world;
One out of your reach;
The alluring, sexy attractive women who fire up your lust and attraction
All throw themselves at these obnoxious brutes...
While they taunt the adolescent ugly boy that stared;
While virgin lips meet each other.
Why must I watch this horrific sight.
Multiplying my agony...
So take the photographs and still frames in your mind;
The young love you miss out on, the pleasures that were denied;
All because of your subhuman face and looks
Hang the dead skin in your shelf.
Chad filled Stacy's hole with gallons of cum;
Laying down in bed, just a mile away
You stayed at home, crying so bittersweet
I'm such a loser, a rotten leaf amongst the dead.
Thinking back when I was a child, oh those sweet peaceful innocent times...
When I was born, red faced and screaming out loud,
My parents blissful with glowing happiness,
unaware of what's to be...
But now that face is what I've become.
A disgrace I've become.
I hit my parents with a major surprise, and how could they forget...
There were always ample warnings, there were always ample signs,
always ample meanings but we gave them too much time.
Your face is grim; deformed beyond repair.
People and children alike; that's right, get out of your way;
You dream of a rope from time to time;
And what else can I consume but these hollow thoughts...
These negative, lonely, heart breaking thoughts on Saturday morning;
Seeing those Chads experience a completely different world;
One out of your reach;
The alluring, sexy attractive women who fire up your lust and attraction
All throw themselves at these obnoxious brutes...
While they taunt the adolescent ugly boy that stared;
While virgin lips meet each other.
Why must I watch this horrific sight.
Multiplying my agony...
So take the photographs and still frames in your mind;
The young love you miss out on, the pleasures that were denied;
All because of your subhuman face and looks
Hang the dead skin in your shelf.
