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Sour Grapes

Maybe it's the hater in me
that won't let me see the great
but everything blows

fuck your nice day
and every one after it
there has to be more then just sun

tickle my brain with something fancy
not just big words off a snake like tongue,
you're just rattling

amusement is dead
grey is the new yellow
and I'm covered in it

bah fucking humbug
and all that grumpy shit
yeah, I totally get it

Written by nikkimoe
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