Boy, clean your filthy, dirty room
Or I shall lose my frigging temper
You know how to clean I presume
No, all you can do is sob and whimper
I suppose its why your family left you
It's because you are a dirty sissy boy
You may be smart and that will do
For I will pull your strings my little toy
I'm small and afraid but I am also smart
And yes I am alone but never lost
I will find some way into her heart
I will make it here no matter the cost
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