Munching on my Special K
I'm just drifting by, day to day,
Looks like we're out of bread
There's nothing left to be said
There's never any bread left in my life
So I pick up the nearest kitchen knife
The one under my pillow I keep
And I cut too deep

It's still before noon
Gonna get dressed soon
I'm gonna wear my nice black shirt
Maybe the baggy dark thing will hide my hurt
The party doesn't start 'til seven
So I guess I'd best send myself to heaven
And they say that what you sow you reap
So I grab my razor and cut too deep

Sitting alone at the back
Don't need another panic attack
I'll chill and let the girls come to me
I'm a nice guy, they'll all see
Another sip of my Smirnoff Ice
Boy that thing tastes nice
Did that chick just call me a creep?
I need to get to the toilets and cut too deep

In bed alone at the end of the night
On that dancefloor I was quite a sight
Pullin' them moves like some badass clown
At least that's how I like to think things went down
It was a bit weird when my friends didn't know my name
But hey, things never stay the same
Maybe my aftershave was too cheap
Ah well, time to cut too deep  

If anyone actually found that funny, can you say so? It was funny in my head  

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Richeh.
Miss MarieTM, my wife. I think.
Ask me shit

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Richeh.
Miss MarieTM, my wife. I think.
Ask me shit