I'm currently 14 games out of first
I just cant win, no matter how hard I try
I have to carry tissues, as I now start to cry
Every loss I endure, weighs heavy on my heart
After each loss, I check my pants for a shart
It's depressing and upsetting, so just take my arm,
Bury it under a tree, in your yard or a farm
Take it away, so I can end this nightmare
I keep a straight face to show I don't care
But I can lie no longer, the truth must come out
The next time you see me, expect a permanent pout
I can't stand this life, that I'm living right now
I want to my punch my face, while yelling KAPOW!
A tear streams free, each time they shoot.
WHY THE FUCK CANT I WIN, AT MOTHER FUCKING BERUIT!!!!!!!!
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