Punk
Nothing left to prove, I've made my move. Nothing left but to ignore, 'Till I finally roar. Just a broken teen, Worth less then I've ever seen. Pretend you know me, Then you wont be able to see. Ripping and tearing, Worth more than bearing. I'm nothing but a slayer, A spark pulls into a flare, Make a move, I dare.
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