Only shirt of a lonely jerk knows how bad it is to be alone,
because shirt was always there, when he used to moan
He's not a jerk actually, but people call him that,
his shirt's the only one, with whom he used to chat
People around him, think they are the best,
'I'm not that good' he says, but he's just being modest
They don't respect him, they call him 'underdog',
his shirt's the only thing, you can find on his blog
Yes he has a blog, but nobody even knows,
strange how, on his shirt once, there was a rose
They don't consider him ever, when they are having fun,
he's always far away, his shirt now has a gun
Nobody gave a damn, they didn't see any danger,
already depressed, he has become a puppet of anger
How wrong they are, to think he's still shy,
now he's on a killing spree, ya'll gonna die
He's behind bars now, still he can't suppress a smirk,
because he still has his only shirt, a lonely shirt of a lonely jerk. . .
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| Sun is going down. . . :( |
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