Why can't life be scripted?
All text'd be predicted.
So much easier.
To please ya
But it's no use crying over every mistake
You just keep on trying as long as there's cake.
And when you fail just remember
Christmas always ends up in December
So be happy with that slice of cake you had
Another and you'd be considered fat
And if one slice's not enough
Then too bad kids, life's though.
Something's wrong with this alcohol.
I can't feel nothing at all
Including my legs
They said it was ori but it's fake.
This song is for Bryan.
Mainly because he's online.
Anyone who thinks this song is sad
Is wrong because it's glad.
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