There were days where I'd be a scum
a low-life
cleaning cum from the backseat
A good place to go, a good game
and you're still talking to me
you fuckers, you screwheads
here's a man who could not take it anymore
never a choice
for us one-direction guys
Sincerely, for all the headaches
made worse by the smell of flowers
from on, every chance
to win, against the world
every muscle, tight as it can be
You're only as..healthy..as..you..feel
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