My Life’s A Mess

My life’s a mess
I don’t like chess
I want a Cabriolet
One where it’s already paid
I want to color my hair black
It’ll be very chak
I hate school
I’m also a fool
No one loves me
I want it back, the key
The key to a life
Where there’s no strife
I want to leave
I want to die
I want to go
Even without a pie
In my own way I’m a rebel
I shave my hair
I don’t think
Anyone would care
I need a friend
One who’ll care
Someone who’ll
Always be there

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