Mental Retard Individuals
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Having some fun, didn't mean much to me My heart is filled with sadness because of thee Yes thee Why me Yes thee Leaving me empty, leaving me cold Nothing to do, nothing to hope No hope Oh no No hope I searched for distraction, I searched for a goal Nowhere to find and no way to cope To cope Oh no To cope Still then it was raining in my brain But now I feel fine, just read the head lines Yes fine Fine Real fine Lately felt better, lately felt good Golf is my sport, my game to play To play To play To play Swung my club high and hit the ball hard And imagined your head, that was being cracked Your head, it cracked, I laughed
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Is there place ? Where I can be The only one I wanna be No free will But in my grave Is there a place ? Where I can feel The only things I wanna feel No free will But in my grave
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
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Millions are spent on arms everyday And it's not another fucking cliché It's sheer reality for you and me Bought with the taxes, we all have to pay We pay for the tools of death
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026