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Dr. Smirnoff

He has a degree,
or so I'm told.
And I tried to bet,
but had to fold.

Nobody asked you to play the game,
you try to bluff but come up lame.
I didn't want you in the fray,
but you cried your tears and had your way.
And now I take the bullet again,
just to save a soul that need not be won.

Let me do what needs be done,
I'll drown me sorrows one by one.

Let me do what I need to do,
it's about me, nothing to do with you.

So fuck off, kid.
This isn't your fight.
You're not the one awake all night.
You couldn't even comprehend,
what it means to make amends.
You've never taken life as play,
you didn't know before today.
Don't tell me that I shouldn't drink,
when you know it's the only way that I can think.
Fuck right off, you miserable bitch.
I've got better things to do than scratch your itch. 
Written by VOID (Rhys Waterman)
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