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Battered, beaten, blood and tears Whats wrong with you boy? Boys dont cry Ill write to you when i got my story straight You left me waiting at the worst possible time Your not better than this stop while your ahead fat lips bite the concrete Eat the asphalt and smile for your picture Recognize that mug from last year? I dont know if your listening, but if you dont know then your as hepful as an eight year old kid Ive seen more punch when i looked in the mirror Even questions could make things more clear than the lessons i've been taught No ones cares for you but they'd always say It's not your fault... From Letras Mania