There was a single freakin star,
on the whole dark, scary sky
but this time you went too far,
and the freakin star is going to die.
From all the times you screwed up,
this one is the worst little boy,
you really deserve a cup,
and it won’t be filled with joy.
There are borders you shouldn’t cross,
but you aren’t smart enough to know,
apparently the boy should felt loss,
to understand that it’s time to grow.
And don’t blame the world for once,
you should blame only yourself,
now go little boy, little dunce,
go and put the cup on the shelf.
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